Never get pissed with your girlfriend's father, particularly when you have a tendency to lose control of your tongue and sense under the influence of mass amounts of wine. It's my truth serum, and I really should have known better. If I had a bottle of Tuscany in front of me now I'd admit I knew I couldn't step foot on Italian soil and not get ( Read more... )

I wrote most of this entry slumped in a bottle of gin, which I don't even particularly like, but it's what you get when you don't feel like leaving the boundaries of your property. The post is somewhat lengthy, so for the sake of my Friends I've put it in a link-type thing. t_petty is here by the way, cheers.

( Drone on, brother. Drone on. )

Jan Simonsen from the Norwegian parliament has nominated Tony Blair and George W. Bush for the 2003 Nobel Peace Prize for "winning" the war in Iraq. Does anyone other than myself find this a tragic mockery of mankind's peaceable efforts, or has dropping bombs and sending ground troops suddenly become a peace tactic while I wasn't looking? Given a ( Read more... )

I've found myself here again, somewhere near the close proximity of Covent Garden at one of my favorite hotels. My yesterday was spent in tradition of the holiday with egg hunts and mass amounts of chocolates for the kids, followed up by Easter dinner with family in Manchester. This week my visit to London is scheduled for beer soaked negotiations ( Read more... )

Macclesfield is beautiful no matter what the season. If there's snow up to your bum or rain soaking you to your bones, the place has a humble majesty beneath the English weather that sets it apart from the surrounding countryside. It's a wealthy area, not only for average household incomes, but it's also rich in culture and breathless beauty. I ( Read more... )

I keep dropping out of existence here it seems, and I'll try to make an appearance more often in forthcoming days. I'd sworn off everything digitally oriented for a bit, pushing myself back into the old comfortably familiar realms of getting high, painting, and trekking through the wooded areas surrounding our house. I needed that rest, that ( Read more... )

My family and I attended the protests in Manchester Thursday. We visited my parents after, and by the drive back to Macclesfield the kids were dropping over. Sophia was exhausted as well and did her best to coax me to bed, but I had too much on my mind to trade inspiration for sleep. While the farmhouse floorboards creaked and settled for another ( Read more... )

Sophia and I rented 24-Hour Party People because quite some time back I'd been informed that the scenes supposedly containing myself and fellow Stone Roses veterans were filmed before I even got the promptly shredded papers asking for permission to use our likeness. Mani had a cameo, and that gave me a smile. The movie in itself was entertaining, ( Read more... )

A holiday was needed, forgive my sudden disappearance everyone. I took a break from myself, from my studio and the outside world. I found solace in the simple routine of waking up every morning in my bed next to my girlfriend and the child she carries. I spent my days in the house or walking around fields - dedicated my time to enjoying our family ( Read more... )

Things don't always go as planned, do they? Ahh it's the eighth wonder of life. I got home this morning to me mum puttering about my house amongst the cats and dogs, Jamie was in school, and Sophia was nowhere to be found. I asked where Sophia and the little one were, to be told my girlfriend and her child spent the weekend elsewhere. Why, I asked ( Read more... )