I hate New Years Eve. I had resolved to avoid it entirely, stay in, cook myself a nice roast dinner, follow that with ice cream under the duvet with some DVDs. But I was talked into going to some one's house instead, promised that it was to be a low key affair and that those in attendance had not bought tickets to go on anywhere crowded and ( Read more... )

This year me and Fog are gonna drink 52 ciders ( Read more... )

What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?
What is it I must do?
I would do it all the time

All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs
If you would sing along I would be happy now

After loads of phonecalls and emails plus some leafleters during the day, the religious protests during the Patrick Jones poetry reading turned out to be a bit weedy. Apparently there were over 200 of them outside the Embassy rooms earlier in the day but by 8pm God had tested their faith with a bit of cold and darkness and they'd all been found ( Read more... )

I'm fed up. I'm sick of having to do two different jobs to make ends meet. It's not like either job is particularly horrible. I have fun at each and I'm surrounded by lovely people but neither one of them has any great prospects to them and I'm left tired all the time and have to run round like a headless chicken switching shifts etc. So far, I ( Read more... )

...for the novel that I'm notionally working on...It was going to be called Jamaica but I thought that the title Jamaica might mislead people into thinking it was about or set in Jamaica. A situation that might put off or equally disappoint potential readers ( Read more... )

I feel like death warmed up at the moment. Properly ill ( Read more... )

that I may have overreacted slightly. Perhaps everything isn't fucked, although I feel I had good reason to believe as much. Now things are kinda messed up, but not in a way that is unsalvagable.

The current Fortean times has a picture of a two headed kid on the front.

I don't know if that makes him one kid with two heads or two kids sharing a body. I also don't know how accurately the picture reflects reality but if he/they were my offspring then I wouldn't compound the problem by giving them ugly pudding bowl haircuts!!

The Bacon exhibition was good, although my thoughts were elsewhere, I was thinking that maybe I should be rushing home to a beautiful Cardiff girl rather than staring at old pictures all afternoon. Oh dear, I must be smitten ( Read more... )