WARNING! - EXTREMELY RANDOM JOURNAL ENTRY ALERT
Some of this journal may well seem like the dribblings of a slightly deranged idiot who has far too much time on his hands at the moment. Well, I'm not gonna bullshit you - that's because it is. Anyway, on with the show...
People call me bad it's such a shame
Maybe it's my clothes must be to blame
But I don't really care if I look a mess
I don't wanna be a sucker like all the rest
The Damned - "Smash It Up" (1979)
You have been warned...90% of the time Yorkie is a nice normal affable bloke who wouldn't hurt a fly (well, provided the fly had listened to "Punk's Not Dead" by the Exploited anyway).
But every so often...either at full moon, the local rock disco or when the Damned roll into town to do a gig, normal Yorkie disappears and is replaced by his dark twin...
GOTH YORKIE!!! A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!!
(you buggers better appreciate this new profile pic btw as it was shot last night in my garden at about 1am in freezing conditions with only a T-shirt and jeans to protect me from the cold! But hell it was worth it
)
(NB the next bit of the journal was edited after the original bit failed the test in my "talking bollocks" filter - it was some stuff about the demise of "himbos" (ie Beckham wannabe cosmetic guzzling airhead goons) and why this is A Good Thing. It was basically a good point put across very badly but let's just say that, if you're a bloke like me who likes his beer, his pies, his fry-ups and his fish 'n' chips then it's quite reassuring to know that more people are coming round to the Yorkie way of thinking!!! )
...anyway, as you may have guessed from the pic above I went to see the Damned last night and bloody good they were too (almost as good as the Bluetones were at the Cockpit last Sunday which is Very Good Indeed). I also thought that my luck with the fairer sex had finally taken a change for the better after the gig. Walking down to catch the bus, I found myself being accosted by an absolutely stunning goth punk girl (who, it has to be said, bore more than a passing resemblance to SG Nadine) and got chatting to me. As it turned out, we were off to catch the same bus and carried on chatting after we got on.
Now, you know those times where you meet someone quite unearthly beautiful of the opposite sex and you both find you've got absolutely everything in common? Well, this was one of those times - as well as the Damned (though she was more into their "Elouise" era stuff than the "Machine Gun Etiquette" stuff like me but still...), she liked SLF, the Vibrators, the UK Subs, she's a regular at Holidays In The Sun and the rock night at Rio's and we were soon swapping gig stories and laughing like a couple of little idiots. It was great.
Then, five minutes from home, the bombshell hit in the form of the following conversation:
HER: So how old are you then?
ME: 25.
HER: Ah...
ME: Why, what about you?
HER: 17.
ME: Ah...
Maybe I'm just shallow but eight years is a BIG difference for me, especially eight years younger. And, sadly, I think she felt the same. So I promised I'd see her again at the Dead Pets gig in a few weeks if she was about and she said yeah, she probably would be. But...bugger...if only she'd been three or four years older...
Ah well, onwards and upwards as they say...
As a parting gesture, I leave you with some more lyrics from "Smash It Up" (the Babyshambles, Kasabian and Razorlight fans among you could do with tracking down the aforementioned "Machine Gun Etiquette" album to hear how punk SHOULD be done btw )
SMASH IT UP - So you can keep yer Krishna burgers!
SMASH IT UP - And yer Glastonbury hippies!
SMASH IT UP - You can stick yer frothy lager!
SMASH IT UP - And yer blow-wave hairstyles!
A-fuckin'-men to that. God bless the lot of yers.
Laters,
Yorkie
Some of this journal may well seem like the dribblings of a slightly deranged idiot who has far too much time on his hands at the moment. Well, I'm not gonna bullshit you - that's because it is. Anyway, on with the show...
People call me bad it's such a shame
Maybe it's my clothes must be to blame
But I don't really care if I look a mess
I don't wanna be a sucker like all the rest
The Damned - "Smash It Up" (1979)
You have been warned...90% of the time Yorkie is a nice normal affable bloke who wouldn't hurt a fly (well, provided the fly had listened to "Punk's Not Dead" by the Exploited anyway).
But every so often...either at full moon, the local rock disco or when the Damned roll into town to do a gig, normal Yorkie disappears and is replaced by his dark twin...
GOTH YORKIE!!! A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!!
(you buggers better appreciate this new profile pic btw as it was shot last night in my garden at about 1am in freezing conditions with only a T-shirt and jeans to protect me from the cold! But hell it was worth it
)
(NB the next bit of the journal was edited after the original bit failed the test in my "talking bollocks" filter - it was some stuff about the demise of "himbos" (ie Beckham wannabe cosmetic guzzling airhead goons) and why this is A Good Thing. It was basically a good point put across very badly but let's just say that, if you're a bloke like me who likes his beer, his pies, his fry-ups and his fish 'n' chips then it's quite reassuring to know that more people are coming round to the Yorkie way of thinking!!!
)
...anyway, as you may have guessed from the pic above I went to see the Damned last night and bloody good they were too (almost as good as the Bluetones were at the Cockpit last Sunday which is Very Good Indeed). I also thought that my luck with the fairer sex had finally taken a change for the better after the gig. Walking down to catch the bus, I found myself being accosted by an absolutely stunning goth punk girl (who, it has to be said, bore more than a passing resemblance to SG Nadine) and got chatting to me. As it turned out, we were off to catch the same bus and carried on chatting after we got on.
Now, you know those times where you meet someone quite unearthly beautiful of the opposite sex and you both find you've got absolutely everything in common? Well, this was one of those times - as well as the Damned (though she was more into their "Elouise" era stuff than the "Machine Gun Etiquette" stuff like me but still...), she liked SLF, the Vibrators, the UK Subs, she's a regular at Holidays In The Sun and the rock night at Rio's and we were soon swapping gig stories and laughing like a couple of little idiots. It was great.
Then, five minutes from home, the bombshell hit in the form of the following conversation:
HER: So how old are you then?
ME: 25.
HER: Ah...
ME: Why, what about you?
HER: 17.
ME: Ah...
Maybe I'm just shallow but eight years is a BIG difference for me, especially eight years younger. And, sadly, I think she felt the same. So I promised I'd see her again at the Dead Pets gig in a few weeks if she was about and she said yeah, she probably would be. But...bugger...if only she'd been three or four years older...
Ah well, onwards and upwards as they say...
As a parting gesture, I leave you with some more lyrics from "Smash It Up" (the Babyshambles, Kasabian and Razorlight fans among you could do with tracking down the aforementioned "Machine Gun Etiquette" album to hear how punk SHOULD be done btw
)
SMASH IT UP - So you can keep yer Krishna burgers!
SMASH IT UP - And yer Glastonbury hippies!
SMASH IT UP - You can stick yer frothy lager!
SMASH IT UP - And yer blow-wave hairstyles!
A-fuckin'-men to that. God bless the lot of yers.
Laters,
Yorkie
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HER: So how old are you then?
ME: 25.
HER: Ah...
ME: Why, what about you?
HER: 17.
ME: Ah...
how are you man?