watching the holocaust stuff on telly stirred me up. a sense of my own mortality. one guy talked about the last time he saw his sister as she got into a van in auschwitz. very upsetting. he still looked haunted by the memory.

my lunchdate just cancelled. i'm not really bothered as i can go sit in the restrooom now, eat salad, watch crap telly and snooze. snoozing is needed as i slept crap last night.

had 400 phonecalls last night about who's bringing the drums on saturday. we're gonna use stu's flatdrums and if anyone doesn't like it they can bog off. ooh. i scared myself then.

i'm bloody scared that the two gigs i'm organizing this wk are gonna go tits up cos of all the different people bringing the equipment. i always get like this...worry about stuff and then not enjoy the "experience". worra loada bollox eh? i need to learn to chill. and my tinnitus in my right ear is still hanging around. God, if you're listening ( Read more... )

I just wrote a song about how everyone's pain is real, no matter how big or small. i'm turning into Bono.

philippa come on up just commented on my diary. i feel dead propa now innit as she's a dj and scandinavian goddess 'n' all.

life's shit and then you die. unless you're a cabbage. cabbages get a raw deal in life. unless you're cooked.