Here with my blackest demons
Just a taste of you and the heavens shine
Light enough to daze the blind
You got the power to face me
When I sink in twisted from time unknown
But ain't it good to be alone sometimes?
It rains yet I'm dry
It speaks yet I'm alone
I can't leave you, I've tried
I'm jonesing for jones...
The Wildhearts - "Jonesing For Jones" (1995)
Strange weekend. Friday night I went out for the date with emogirl and happily for all concerned, it went quite well. Went to Fab Cafe and then on to Star where we had a few drinks, a bit of a dance and chatted a bit. The fact that she let me kiss her without slapping me at the end of the night is hopefully a good sign...fingers crossed we'll be going out again sooner rather than later.
Saturday went into Leeds to do a quick bit of shopping - am now the owner of the new '80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster single, a copy of "Punkorama 8" (not the new 'un, the one from last year which has the Distillers, the Transplants, Ikara Colt and Turbonegro on among others) and Danny Wallace's new book "Join Me" which, so far, is proving to be an extremely funny read.
The plan for Saturday night was to stay in thus avoiding the twin perils of alcohol and fruit machines. Well, I guess I succeeded re the fruit machines but drinking eight cans of 6% ale and mixing a two litre bottle of lemonade variously with Blue Bols and Southern Comfort isn't something I'd recomment. Suffice to say I'd collapsed into an alcoholic coma by midnight and woke up at eleven this morning feeling like absolute shite.
Never again...well, not until next weekend anyway... 
Tonight I'm off into Leeds to see local ska-punk heroes the Dead Pets (they of "Faking It" fame) play the Cockpit. It should be a good gig. But I think I'll be staying off the alcohol this once...
Hope everyone had a good weekend - speak soon.
Yorkie
Just a taste of you and the heavens shine
Light enough to daze the blind
You got the power to face me
When I sink in twisted from time unknown
But ain't it good to be alone sometimes?
It rains yet I'm dry
It speaks yet I'm alone
I can't leave you, I've tried
I'm jonesing for jones...
The Wildhearts - "Jonesing For Jones" (1995)
Strange weekend. Friday night I went out for the date with emogirl and happily for all concerned, it went quite well. Went to Fab Cafe and then on to Star where we had a few drinks, a bit of a dance and chatted a bit. The fact that she let me kiss her without slapping me at the end of the night is hopefully a good sign...fingers crossed we'll be going out again sooner rather than later.
Saturday went into Leeds to do a quick bit of shopping - am now the owner of the new '80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster single, a copy of "Punkorama 8" (not the new 'un, the one from last year which has the Distillers, the Transplants, Ikara Colt and Turbonegro on among others) and Danny Wallace's new book "Join Me" which, so far, is proving to be an extremely funny read.
The plan for Saturday night was to stay in thus avoiding the twin perils of alcohol and fruit machines. Well, I guess I succeeded re the fruit machines but drinking eight cans of 6% ale and mixing a two litre bottle of lemonade variously with Blue Bols and Southern Comfort isn't something I'd recomment. Suffice to say I'd collapsed into an alcoholic coma by midnight and woke up at eleven this morning feeling like absolute shite.
Never again...well, not until next weekend anyway...
Tonight I'm off into Leeds to see local ska-punk heroes the Dead Pets (they of "Faking It" fame) play the Cockpit. It should be a good gig. But I think I'll be staying off the alcohol this once...
Hope everyone had a good weekend - speak soon.
Yorkie
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in an amazeing stroke of not much my mates are playing the same bill as the 80'sMBD...crazy!