Correct. Ill take two.

Correct. Ill take two.

For Ms Nilon courtesy of the late poet D Joy.

For Ms Nilon courtesy of the late poet D Joy.

Conan! What Is Best In Life?

Conan! What Is Best In Life?

Satire.

Satire.

XKCD once again nails my life almost entirely. Oh that Batman!

XKCD once again nails my life almost entirely. Oh that Batman!

Make your fucking mind up, already…

Make your fucking mind up, already…

“I could’ve killed your wife then…”

The Sound Of 27/07/09


A new thing.

Every Monday, I’m going to compile 10 tracks that I’ve been listening to which have defined the week previous for me. Some new songs, some old songs. Many different styles. Partly done as an audio diary, partly done to share new music with the few interested souls that follow this blog.

Its over here if you fancy it.

There’s classic electronica from 1994, unusual mouth sounds, a brass band version of a song you probably think you hate, insanely upbeat pop music about cricket, some rather beautiful instrumentals and a lo-fi acoustic song about a computer game character from a computer game I have never actually played. 40 minutes of potentially new and exciting music. You probably wont like it all. You might not like any of it. But enjoy the ride. I hope you find it incred.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ffc7hy

Princess Diana’s death was foreshadowed in the work of Morrissey. This video presents a sample of the “best” evidence….

Return But Don't Remain


I finally did the obvious and deleted Facebook this weekend as I’m just sick to the back teeth of the time it sucks from me on a daily basis plus the endless whittering of those I don’t especially care about putting me into fouler and fouler moods. I’ll be avoiding Twitter too thanks to the opportunities it provides for yet more pointless arguments over nothing with increasingly boring self-obsessed people.

Ultimately, I’m tired, I’m lonely and I’m finding it harder to find reasons to care. More importantly, I don’t want you to have to care. Not doing something because it’ll upset my parents and about 5 other people is noble enough for now I suppose. But you really shouldn’t have to worry.

So I return to my hiding place with stories and ideas. Maybe one of them will lead to something. Until then, the same outdated lyric rolls over and over in my head…

And you’re full of facts but not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward

It’s the only way I feel safe.