... it's getting a vinyl release. Impeccable.


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Right… it’s been a while. I really should have done this sooner, and in smaller bite-sized chunks, because my memory of what happened, and in what order, is already growing hazy. Lesson learnt for the future then. I’ve broken my account of my recent adventures down into sections, for the sake of not having one giant torrent of text. Anyway, here’s ( Read more... )

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What's animal testing ever achieved? Quite a lot actually. Read this. And this is from 'that bleeding-heart liberal pinko paper', as Mark is fond of calling it, not some anti-hippie frother (i.e. me or Mark).

Against animal testing? Better hope you don't get sick then, or you'll have to decide between either being fucked, or a massive hypocrite. ( Read more... )

Bah. My shoulder's gone all scaly and weird. Normally, I'd get excited and hope that indicated that I'm gaining some kind of dinosaur-style super powers, but I'm sorry to say it's just this bloody awful sunburn. I actually can't raise my arm more than about 45 degrees away from my body; it's stupid. In addition, this cold is hella shitty. I feel ( Read more... )

...I'm gonna update soon. Lots has happened, and I feel as though I've been hit by a big lorry full of Rock and Booze. Sunburn and a cold is a wack combination, y'all. Soon as I've composed myself and gathered my thoughts, and stopped feeling bloody dreadful, I'll be dropping a massive two part post. I just can't write coherently enough yet ( Read more... )

Yuck. I feel rubbbbbish... on many counts.

Missing meals is never a good idea, kids. 'Specially if you're gonna be boozing.

An interesting article here about the state of English football. Seems pretty astute, even viewed through the fog of my almost complete lack of footy knowledge. I don't even feel certain that it should be 'footy' rather than 'footie ( Read more... )

Tonight: Alky Trio, replete with afterpartyness.

Tomorrow night: Route 215. YO.

Saturday: Matinée performance of Guys and Dolls. Then I'm in London for the evening. Who wants to hang out?

Sunday/Monday: Pause for breath. Work in the evening.

Tuesday: Fuckin' My Chemical Romance. At the Underworld. For a tenner. SCORE.

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From the Reading Festival website:

LAGER FOR LITTER AT READING & LEEDS ( Read more... )