Another week over. It was a week filled with LOTS of lazing around the flat with my lady as we both contracted a virus/bug/whatever at the same time. The Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were filled with far too many episodes of the X-Files to count. I'm up to midway through season 8 now and don't know what I'll do with my time when I finish up season 9. Hmmm, I may just start from the start again. God, I love Mulder and Scully. I'm so 10 years ago.
And I'm 10 years ago in my music tastes too. I can't seem to shake off the bands of my youth these days. In fact, how about 15 years ago, cos that's when I got into Nirvana, Dinosaur Jr, Sonic Youth et al. Wow, I'm getting OLD. In fact, having just read that paragraph twice I'm going to go and weep in a corner for a while. 15 FUCKING YEARS? What the hell happened to all that time?
Mid life crisis time (at 28). I can see myself going out and stealing a lamborghini tomorrow and hiring an 18 year old escort girl to recapture my youth. Not that I hired escort girls when I was 18 mind. Nope, far too sensible for that. I'm nothing but a 2 woman man since my 'relationship' life began all of 10 years ago. Yup, I'm a long haul reliable type of person.
Where did all that come from? I guess that's what happens when you are sitting bored out of your skull on a Friday night cos you have no money to go anywhere. Random thoughts pour from your fingers and very few of them interesting to anyone. Not even really to me but hell, I've got nowt else to go on about this week.
Apart from being almost disciplined in work upon my Thursday return due to my sick leave record. I don't think 7 days since last October is really that bad but obviously it must be as they will now be watching me in future and will have to discipline me the next time I wake up vomiting in the night and can't go to work the next day. WHAT?!?! 7 days in 10 months? With each absence I visited the doctor's too. But I guess that isn't good enough for them.
Talking about vomiting, I've not long eaten a large Indian meal followed by chocolate buttons and fruit allsorts and a I washed this down with a glass of coke or two. I am seriously going to upchuck tonight. I can feel it building. My insides are contracting quite violently. It's only a matter of time before they erupt and pattern my wallpaper quite beautifully.
The band. The band. No singer. Bastards not even turning up for their 'audition'. 5 or 6 weeks wasted. Everyone going on holiday. No more rehearsals for 4 weeks. If we don't find someone soon talk of just ending it. Fucking frustrated. I may suggest playing some instrumental gigs to keep the interest up - we have a few that could work that way. Maybe about 4. We'll just extend them and bore people rigid. I don't care - it'll keep me happy.
bye bye.
And I'm 10 years ago in my music tastes too. I can't seem to shake off the bands of my youth these days. In fact, how about 15 years ago, cos that's when I got into Nirvana, Dinosaur Jr, Sonic Youth et al. Wow, I'm getting OLD. In fact, having just read that paragraph twice I'm going to go and weep in a corner for a while. 15 FUCKING YEARS? What the hell happened to all that time?
Mid life crisis time (at 28). I can see myself going out and stealing a lamborghini tomorrow and hiring an 18 year old escort girl to recapture my youth. Not that I hired escort girls when I was 18 mind. Nope, far too sensible for that. I'm nothing but a 2 woman man since my 'relationship' life began all of 10 years ago. Yup, I'm a long haul reliable type of person.
Where did all that come from? I guess that's what happens when you are sitting bored out of your skull on a Friday night cos you have no money to go anywhere. Random thoughts pour from your fingers and very few of them interesting to anyone. Not even really to me but hell, I've got nowt else to go on about this week.
Apart from being almost disciplined in work upon my Thursday return due to my sick leave record. I don't think 7 days since last October is really that bad but obviously it must be as they will now be watching me in future and will have to discipline me the next time I wake up vomiting in the night and can't go to work the next day. WHAT?!?! 7 days in 10 months? With each absence I visited the doctor's too. But I guess that isn't good enough for them.
Talking about vomiting, I've not long eaten a large Indian meal followed by chocolate buttons and fruit allsorts and a I washed this down with a glass of coke or two. I am seriously going to upchuck tonight. I can feel it building. My insides are contracting quite violently. It's only a matter of time before they erupt and pattern my wallpaper quite beautifully.
The band. The band. No singer. Bastards not even turning up for their 'audition'. 5 or 6 weeks wasted. Everyone going on holiday. No more rehearsals for 4 weeks. If we don't find someone soon talk of just ending it. Fucking frustrated. I may suggest playing some instrumental gigs to keep the interest up - we have a few that could work that way. Maybe about 4. We'll just extend them and bore people rigid. I don't care - it'll keep me happy.
bye bye.
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your pre-midlife crisis will pass soon, hang in there.
its a shame about not finding a singer...don't give up ! !
El Shadow is in Glasgow on November 29th. Annoyingly, he's got Massive Attack on the same bill (not sure who's supporting who) at some US gigs.