imnotanartistbut

May as well throw down another blog, havent done so in a while, iv not really been doing anything productive of late, but Ive been having fun playing with clay n shit making stuff. It makes me feel better after working outside all day. Which is becoming tedious. Though works days where u can play hit the guy on the scaffolding with as many snow/ice balls as u can is fun, till someone gets hurt then its hilarious for much longer. But this Christmas jazz, Im still not sure about it. I cant stand the songs, I might not mind them but all day every day is just too much, and there not enough different ones to play to keep them fresh. And the build up oh dear god the build up, its like sex, theres a lot of show and fuss about it then you have a short period of time thats awesome followed by the hang over and feeling like u had too much of a good thing, the only difference is its way more expensive than sex and you do it with the family. Dont get me wrong hanging out with extended family that bore the balls of you and giving them shit you cant afford to get in return something u threw away a month ago is awesome I love giving and receiving alike (pun massively intended) but its slightly depressing that people are only is such a mood for one day of the year, why cant it be all year round. But never mind my grumbles of a festive taste I shall be happy on the day after iv got some cash from cards and go for a lengthy drive with a car full of left over Christmas dinner and a selection of piss poor cracker jokes (kinda white racism based pun there, clutching at straws now) but for now that is all, you may proceed


may as well upload some aimless jazz from various times as well, such as me being most respectable in Cambridge's fine punting waters after a few sherry's, or stuff i write on rocks or a robot animal thing made from plaster scene