Went to see faithless last night in Manchester with Stino, Phil and Duncan which was a pleasure. They played some banging choons, good athmosphere. I've not listened to them for a while but it was cool because I was reminded of how brilliant they are. They offer so much, diversity, emotion, passion, poetry.... nice.
During the evening Phil suggested that I should investigate facebook as everyone was on it. This morning I after watching some Curb Your Enthusiasm I decided that I should investigate. I have to say I was impressed by the amount of people on it which I knew. It was great to see people who I've not spoken to in a good while. Having only two friends to start with I thought I would exploit their friends lists and in some cases there were some real finds. Whilst I was scanning through folowing links and leads I was suprised at the amount of people emerging who had at some stage in my life had been the subject of an unrequited romantic conquest, well I say conquest, more like I secretly fancied them and never did anything about it. So that was a bit depressing but exciting because I can retrospectivley comment on how we met and I fancied them all and laugh about it.....
It's bloody addictive though. So far I have spent 3 hours of my day whoring away on facebook.
Where will it all end?
Saturday, 24 March 2007
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Batchelor boy
First, News - Nothing really I have been ill with a cold for the past few days so have been spending plenty of time watching Lost and other shows on internet television.... oh the delicious joy! Have also spent some time producing some remixes. The first one is of a red sun scene song and can be accessed via the side menu or at the folowing link www.myspace.com/redsunscene. The other is a cover of Deliriou5?'s Obsession after listening to live in the can for the first time in like 7 years (do you remember, from when they spelt the name with a 5 and were good) The following link will lead you to a poorly thought out youtube vid I made -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGTGtA_1Pg8.
Secondly, as some of you may know I will be moving out from my current home to a hopefully much more pleasing abode in the next few months and the past week or so have been a taster of what that may be like, living on my own and that.
Over the first few days I quickly learned two important things, 1) that I have to get out of the habit of talking to myself out loud and then laughing, again, out loud at the realisation that I have caught myself talking to myself and 2) that I have to stop this from spilling out onto the street, supermarket. I don't think I'm loosing it mentally as I was in a jovial mood but had no-one to share it with (also may have been pre illness delerium). Either way, cursing and laughing at the ready meal in the Asda is not a great plan, not for a sober person anyway. Moving on is a bit scary but despite the madness I feel prepared and I think I have a life that can keep my occupied when needed and Bolton is a home for me. On thinking about my situation though I began to think about what I was actually doing and it dawned on me. I've been talking about having my own space to do what I want without for example, having to chech with housemates if it was ok to have people round for say a meal or dinner party and that I could live somewhere nice where I can make a nice little homely pad, which I want to keep clean and be responsible for. This I realised was wrong, what I really wanted in many ways, rather pathetically, was to be married. It would certainly help with paying the rent anyway. Many of my friends at work have nice little one bed flats which they share with their girlfriends and they've got it made. Cheap accommodation and you know.... nice. Now if I had a girlfriend then maybe I would move in with her and have a nice non sex pre marital relationship! It would be brilliant, plus I'd get cheaper rent and could live somewhere real nice and have someone to nurse me.
I was mulling all this information over and I came to the conclusion that society (and the man) is against the Batchelor Boy which Cliff Richard so wisely sang about and lived his life by. This in turn reminded me of a conspiracy which I heard from somewhere confirming this. Everything in this world is designed and marketted towards couples. It is impossible to buy the amount of lettuce needed for exactly one person, jars come with far too much sauce in for one person, cakes at the supermarkets are cheaper in multipacks, one bedroom apartments are more of a rip off that 2 bed hgosue suitable for a young family, Orange wednesday only offers discount on ticket pairs being brought, you never see a table for one at a resteraunt, a wedding invitation suggests you bring a guest or partner, the list goes on. The only thing specific to single people are ready meals. However, the irony is that one ready meal does not fulfil the needs of a single loner and so he has to have two, which is exactly too much. It is is as if the designers of the ready meal mock our tiny lonely fat faces as we tuck into the second tray of mirco macaroni cheese and whilst they mock become ever so slightly aroused at the thought of the single idiots who are forced to eat their ridiculious food.
Well, let me say this you you, my single brothers and sisters, let us not succumb to the evil powers of the ready meal, let us cook meals with full jars of sauce and too much potato, but let us freeze what we do not want and use it for a meal later in the week of for when we are ill. We will not be defeated!!!!
Ciao
Secondly, as some of you may know I will be moving out from my current home to a hopefully much more pleasing abode in the next few months and the past week or so have been a taster of what that may be like, living on my own and that.
Over the first few days I quickly learned two important things, 1) that I have to get out of the habit of talking to myself out loud and then laughing, again, out loud at the realisation that I have caught myself talking to myself and 2) that I have to stop this from spilling out onto the street, supermarket. I don't think I'm loosing it mentally as I was in a jovial mood but had no-one to share it with (also may have been pre illness delerium). Either way, cursing and laughing at the ready meal in the Asda is not a great plan, not for a sober person anyway. Moving on is a bit scary but despite the madness I feel prepared and I think I have a life that can keep my occupied when needed and Bolton is a home for me. On thinking about my situation though I began to think about what I was actually doing and it dawned on me. I've been talking about having my own space to do what I want without for example, having to chech with housemates if it was ok to have people round for say a meal or dinner party and that I could live somewhere nice where I can make a nice little homely pad, which I want to keep clean and be responsible for. This I realised was wrong, what I really wanted in many ways, rather pathetically, was to be married. It would certainly help with paying the rent anyway. Many of my friends at work have nice little one bed flats which they share with their girlfriends and they've got it made. Cheap accommodation and you know.... nice. Now if I had a girlfriend then maybe I would move in with her and have a nice non sex pre marital relationship! It would be brilliant, plus I'd get cheaper rent and could live somewhere real nice and have someone to nurse me.
I was mulling all this information over and I came to the conclusion that society (and the man) is against the Batchelor Boy which Cliff Richard so wisely sang about and lived his life by. This in turn reminded me of a conspiracy which I heard from somewhere confirming this. Everything in this world is designed and marketted towards couples. It is impossible to buy the amount of lettuce needed for exactly one person, jars come with far too much sauce in for one person, cakes at the supermarkets are cheaper in multipacks, one bedroom apartments are more of a rip off that 2 bed hgosue suitable for a young family, Orange wednesday only offers discount on ticket pairs being brought, you never see a table for one at a resteraunt, a wedding invitation suggests you bring a guest or partner, the list goes on. The only thing specific to single people are ready meals. However, the irony is that one ready meal does not fulfil the needs of a single loner and so he has to have two, which is exactly too much. It is is as if the designers of the ready meal mock our tiny lonely fat faces as we tuck into the second tray of mirco macaroni cheese and whilst they mock become ever so slightly aroused at the thought of the single idiots who are forced to eat their ridiculious food.
Well, let me say this you you, my single brothers and sisters, let us not succumb to the evil powers of the ready meal, let us cook meals with full jars of sauce and too much potato, but let us freeze what we do not want and use it for a meal later in the week of for when we are ill. We will not be defeated!!!!
Ciao
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
Farts or Wee?
Nearly true to my promise, I have been partially been following the Lenton tasks set out for me (and other people) by the Church of England. See below.
There is however a problem with some of them:
Turn off the tap when you clean your teeth - I brush my teeth in the shower, killing two birds with one stone
Go for a walk in your neighbourhood with a friend - No-one was free for a walk that day
Feed the birds - I live in Bolton where the only birds are vermin pigeon. Here, to feed them is a finable offence.
It is quite difficult to carry out some of these tasks and also unfulfilling. Some for me are just plain manners. I did however chat to someone new at church, an old man named Ron/Bill depending where he was. I also said something nice to someone behind their back and had a tv free day where I did something I wanted to do for ages, however after I finished I had some time free so watched prison break.
There is one task which I took issue with. Phone or text someone to say goodnight. Now I did do this but not at night. I had already text the boys at home that night questioning whether they thought a chimp had ever attempted to milk a wolf and so my goodnight wishes may have seen a little out of place but maybe I should have. Scrolling through my phone I couldn't find anyone to text where this may be appropriate. Also part of the problem was that to me this seemed like a potential come on to the innocent lady. Now there were friends who were approprately not married who I am in regular contact with who I could have text or rung to say Goodnight but I wasn't sure if I should push those friendships to the next level unless it was understood in the correct context and indeed reciprocated. I could imagine nothing worse than sending a goodnight message and not receiving one back (especially from whose who might, you know.... be on the list). In the end I sent a text message and tagged it on the end but it was a cop out because I sent it at 4 pm.
So, there are now three face saving choices.
1. I can send a text to everyone in my phone wishing them a goodnight followed by a web link to the below website excusing me of my madness but sacrificing the nature of goodwill intended by this gesture.
2. Do as above without the explaination and except that people will now view me as some kind of nutter, thus negating all the previous good work I have done to build up these friendships.
3. Just... not bother.
In other news today I spend 15 minutes contemplating which is funnier- Wee or Farts.
To summarise, farts are funny as we know because it is some sh*t smelling gas coming out of an anus. However, some would say that it is often a hackneyed and worn out tradition of humour, funny only because society expects us to find it funny in the same way that people consider Billy Connelly to be the funniest man in the world ever, with his Scotch face and beard.
Or is it wee which is funnier, wee which is yellow and smells of wee coming out of a body in liquid form. Simple yet effective?
There is however a problem with some of them:
Turn off the tap when you clean your teeth - I brush my teeth in the shower, killing two birds with one stone
Go for a walk in your neighbourhood with a friend - No-one was free for a walk that day
Feed the birds - I live in Bolton where the only birds are vermin pigeon. Here, to feed them is a finable offence.
It is quite difficult to carry out some of these tasks and also unfulfilling. Some for me are just plain manners. I did however chat to someone new at church, an old man named Ron/Bill depending where he was. I also said something nice to someone behind their back and had a tv free day where I did something I wanted to do for ages, however after I finished I had some time free so watched prison break.
There is one task which I took issue with. Phone or text someone to say goodnight. Now I did do this but not at night. I had already text the boys at home that night questioning whether they thought a chimp had ever attempted to milk a wolf and so my goodnight wishes may have seen a little out of place but maybe I should have. Scrolling through my phone I couldn't find anyone to text where this may be appropriate. Also part of the problem was that to me this seemed like a potential come on to the innocent lady. Now there were friends who were approprately not married who I am in regular contact with who I could have text or rung to say Goodnight but I wasn't sure if I should push those friendships to the next level unless it was understood in the correct context and indeed reciprocated. I could imagine nothing worse than sending a goodnight message and not receiving one back (especially from whose who might, you know.... be on the list). In the end I sent a text message and tagged it on the end but it was a cop out because I sent it at 4 pm.
So, there are now three face saving choices.
1. I can send a text to everyone in my phone wishing them a goodnight followed by a web link to the below website excusing me of my madness but sacrificing the nature of goodwill intended by this gesture.
2. Do as above without the explaination and except that people will now view me as some kind of nutter, thus negating all the previous good work I have done to build up these friendships.
3. Just... not bother.
In other news today I spend 15 minutes contemplating which is funnier- Wee or Farts.
To summarise, farts are funny as we know because it is some sh*t smelling gas coming out of an anus. However, some would say that it is often a hackneyed and worn out tradition of humour, funny only because society expects us to find it funny in the same way that people consider Billy Connelly to be the funniest man in the world ever, with his Scotch face and beard.
Or is it wee which is funnier, wee which is yellow and smells of wee coming out of a body in liquid form. Simple yet effective?
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