See that man in the big black car?
I'm wishin' he could have my place
Give the bastard a week of living my life
And wipe the smile right off his face
Angelic Upstarts - "Empty Street" (1985)
I hate my job. Did I mention that to you before? I'm sure I did but I'm gonna mention it again - I HATE MY JOB!
Jeez, two weeks on a permanent contract here and I already want out. Unfortunately, I can't actively job seek for six months atm due to the contract I've signed...ah well, I guess once my finances are sorted out I can finally get the fuck out with my middle digit resolutely raised as I leave. Oh for that day...
Ah well, the weekend's here. And it looks like being a very quiet one as both the lads I usually go drinking with have disappeared up to Whitby for a dirty weekend with their girlfriends. Not complaining mind as I may be going for a night out with emogirl tomorrow night if she's not too busy with work so keep yer fingers crossed for me.
One good thing this week is that I've rediscovered the joy of sitting up listening to the radio and reading in bed (usually 'cos of the flu preventing me from getting any kip). Not the dance shite that they play on Radio 1 these days (I'm not a massive Morrissey fan but his words of "burn down the disco and hang the sodding DJ/'Cos the music that they constantly play says nothing to me about my life" seem to ring more true than ever nowadays) but Radio 2 and the two Marks Lamarr and Radcliffe - it's like music you actually want to listen to. And also the joys of "The Week The Music Died" which actually gave me a few chuckles in between reading Danny Wallace's "Join Me!" book last night.
And even better, Saturday morning they've got Jonathan Ross on! Think a lie-in might be in order tomorrow (mind you with the scale of hangover I'll have I may not have much choice I suspect
).
I dunno if this means I'm just getting older or the teenagers of today have shit music taste though in my biased opinion I'll go for the latter.
Anyway, can't really think of much else to say (my head simply seems to be saying "get beer...get beer now") so I'll sign off there and simply say have a good weekend you lot.
Laters,
Yorkie
I'm wishin' he could have my place
Give the bastard a week of living my life
And wipe the smile right off his face
Angelic Upstarts - "Empty Street" (1985)
I hate my job. Did I mention that to you before? I'm sure I did but I'm gonna mention it again - I HATE MY JOB!


Ah well, the weekend's here. And it looks like being a very quiet one as both the lads I usually go drinking with have disappeared up to Whitby for a dirty weekend with their girlfriends. Not complaining mind as I may be going for a night out with emogirl tomorrow night if she's not too busy with work so keep yer fingers crossed for me.

One good thing this week is that I've rediscovered the joy of sitting up listening to the radio and reading in bed (usually 'cos of the flu preventing me from getting any kip). Not the dance shite that they play on Radio 1 these days (I'm not a massive Morrissey fan but his words of "burn down the disco and hang the sodding DJ/'Cos the music that they constantly play says nothing to me about my life" seem to ring more true than ever nowadays) but Radio 2 and the two Marks Lamarr and Radcliffe - it's like music you actually want to listen to. And also the joys of "The Week The Music Died" which actually gave me a few chuckles in between reading Danny Wallace's "Join Me!" book last night.

And even better, Saturday morning they've got Jonathan Ross on! Think a lie-in might be in order tomorrow (mind you with the scale of hangover I'll have I may not have much choice I suspect

I dunno if this means I'm just getting older or the teenagers of today have shit music taste though in my biased opinion I'll go for the latter.

Anyway, can't really think of much else to say (my head simply seems to be saying "get beer...get beer now") so I'll sign off there and simply say have a good weekend you lot.
Laters,
Yorkie

Thankyou for my testimonial btw, it rules