My dad's sick again. It's only a minor thing but it's the same minor thing that became a major thing last year ( Read more... )

I've just been forced to present flowers to experimental music composer woman whom I loathe. Bought them at a petrol station. Hope she took the point. Turns out she's allergic to pollen. Kleenex galore!

Note to self: Stop being roped into things

In this entry, I shall speak nothing of icky exams or girls that can bear to be separated from me for an entire summer. I have been running and have that wonderful exercised feeling exactly between “I am Rocky and will not break a sweat for purposes other than glamour” and “go seeketh the public baths begger”. The guys downstairs are having a ( Read more... )

If you've wondered where I've been, I've been watching snooker solidly for the past nine months.

Today I set the grill pan on fire in a bid to create the perfect bacon butty. It made me realise how crap I am in emergencys on the grounds that I don't panic. Panic is a good thing. It spurs you on to do something. I don't react and stand there uselessly wondering what to do, not wanting to do anything and wondering if I could just let it burn ( Read more... )

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Enigmatic is a word too humble to describe Austin. He is my Gandalf. When you walk down a road in outer Birmingham with Austin, plates of biscuits appear before you with little signs saying "Eat Me". He took me to a gay bar to boost my ebbing self-esteem. He coaxed me into buying deep blue chords and a maroon hoodie. He inherited his grannies old ( Read more... )

• Why aren't people more excited about the White Stripes? My opinions remain unbiased despite Meg White's oh so lovely invasion of my dreams. I take them for granted along with the rest of the world. I've only recently bonded with Elephant. The image, everything, textbook legendary rock band as if they were an inorganic conceptualized and packaged ( Read more... )

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The Phonics are my band. I was there from the start, through good times and bad, in the stadia and the fields, the concert halls and the websites, through car chases and drummer firings. I take anti-phonicism as a personal insult. I love all their music because I can connect with it, because (bring on the cliches) it provided a soundtrack to my mid ( Read more... )