The past week has been a mess of alcohol and cigarettes. Those cigarettes my dear mother brought back for me from Spain are slipping down a treat, often twenty times a day (although it feels a lot more). Frequent pub visits at both dinnertime and after work have made for one shaky James. But after last night this may be cut down quite severely, as ( Read more... )

We have the internet back at home, but I still don't have a computer ( Read more... )

Life continues its depressing drawl in the usual cycle. I still reside in the house that love built with the Chuckle Brothers. I still have a really uninspiring job. I am still a pacifist in the sex war.

Oh, mediocrity is me.

How is everyone else?

I've been told off for using the internet at work, and we remain internet-less at home, so I guess you people will just have to wait to hear about my ever-engrossing life at a later date.

Or, you could come to our gig at Dry Bar on Saturday night... whichever you prefer.

How are you?

An amalgam of desperation and boredom makes for one shit week. The only fucking respite I get is the chance to record yet more songs at the end of August with my band of merry men. It's going to be released in South America.

We're playing an acoustic show at Briton's Protection tomorrow evening. Acoustic because Scott's away.  I'm hoping we'll dig ( Read more... )

Where's that bandwagon heading? Park it outside my house!

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✓ I miss somebody right now. ✓ I don't watch much TV these days. × I own lots of books.  (Not as many as I should.) × I wear glasses or contact lenses.  ( ( Read more... )

So we meet again, internet...

I'm back at work after a week injured on the sidelines, with a drip full of... beer. Yes, beer.

To go through each day would be madness, and would just further remind everyone what a dull alcohol-obsessed fool I really am, but basically I moved out, and am now living in Withington with Seb and Bob, I turned 20 and went ( Read more... )

So yeah, Gang of Four are playing at the ATP we're all going to in December. This is fucking great news. This, together with fun nights on both Sunday and Monday, make for one happy James.

God bless crossaints.

I hate football.

We're playing a gig tomorrow at Briton's Protection, together with Midland Railway, Car Crash TV and some other people I've never heard before. We're on about 8pm. Drew will be there, fresh from his trip to London to see the first stages of Wimbledon on my money, so that's a bonus isn't it.

I still hate football.

I'm moving out next Saturday, and although the ability to ascertain whether or not it'll be worthwhile in the long-run is not something I posses, I'm greatly looking forward to it.

The week following that I am not in work, instead whiling away my time in my usual way, but without the usual hassle of having to go home and listen to my brother whinge ( Read more... )