Knibbs a Kimbo
I've already had enough of these cold, dark and miserable mornings waking up in a cold house and trudging to work to be met with an office full of low moral. These are indeed uncertain times and the earmarked Tory spending cuts means my workplace feels like a sinking ship. Oh well it's just the way I’m feeling today, I’m sure I’ll perk up again once a glimmer of weekend lightens my peripherals. And I could always join in with the rest of the plebs and say things like it's nearly Christmas and there's a Royal wedding coming! I can't wait! That will obviously sort everything out.
A royal wedding definitely cheers up the country unless you're an average private sector business who will lose heavily from the extra bank holiday or a tax payer who will foot the bill for the level of security needed to stop one of the Al Fayeds taking revenge. Also does no one else think it's a bit creepy to propose using your dead mothers ring from an ultimately unhappy marriage full of infidelity? It's likely that Diana had worn that ring whilst sucking off James Hewitt for god sake! But of course no one will say such things about the "people’s princess" or mention the rampant infidelities because it's fine for certain people to sleep around within marriage if the media tells us but not for others such as Wayne Rooney. They'll just blame it on the loneliness and the sadness of an unloving marriage not that she actually really quite fancied a bit of the old in-out in-out high treason with a ginger toff from Derry. No one mentions that Rooney might not get any at home or that he might find his missus to be a boring, manipulating bully. We'll never know. Who knows he may even chuck himself down the stairs and have an eating disorder, it happened to Prescott remember! Stupid England.
The last week or so I’ve played one gig (was a great sound on stage) which I enjoyed at the Bodega Social with Penguin Prison (excellent band) went to a stag do, which was great apart from a couple of ignorant "Ginger whoaaahey" comments from men in their 40's, thought my girlfriend had gone missing, kidnapped, or fallen down the stairs (she was asleep due to Irish cream) wrote a new song for my musical (I'm the sixth Beatle) and saw John Cooper Clarke live which was probably the best thing ever.
Soon I will write down a run down of my year in order to create a time capsule of 2010 in case I ever feel like reliving the youth of that year. I've only managed to make a total tit out of myself once this year so far which is a record. I'll put down to having a stable home life rather than the chaotic party filled, daze of wrongness that have been with me for the years previous. I wouldn't change it or my current situation. I feel like I’m getting older and more responsible finally. I also for the first time in my life want a car, what’s next life insurance?
Gigs then....I’ve already mentioned the news year’s eve extravaganza at Proud which we're now headlining. This will be our biggest headline show yet and will have a capacity of 700. This makes me very happy and proud (no pun intended) that it feels like a bit of recognition is coming our way. The December 17th show is in Hackney and a BIG warehouse party. Will Hodgeson is on the bill too, very funny man and supported John Cooper Clarke the other week when I went to see him. This location is still a secret but will divulge details when I can. I will do a mail out about this show before the weekend.
That's it...I’m off for a cheese sandwich, a packet of wotsits, a game of angry birds and a moan about the weather.
At least there's a royal wedding coming!!
Bye
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A royal wedding definitely cheers up the country unless you're an average private sector business who will lose heavily from the extra bank holiday or a tax payer who will foot the bill for the level of security needed to stop one of the Al Fayeds taking revenge. Also does no one else think it's a bit creepy to propose using your dead mothers ring from an ultimately unhappy marriage full of infidelity? It's likely that Diana had worn that ring whilst sucking off James Hewitt for god sake! But of course no one will say such things about the "people’s princess" or mention the rampant infidelities because it's fine for certain people to sleep around within marriage if the media tells us but not for others such as Wayne Rooney. They'll just blame it on the loneliness and the sadness of an unloving marriage not that she actually really quite fancied a bit of the old in-out in-out high treason with a ginger toff from Derry. No one mentions that Rooney might not get any at home or that he might find his missus to be a boring, manipulating bully. We'll never know. Who knows he may even chuck himself down the stairs and have an eating disorder, it happened to Prescott remember! Stupid England.
The last week or so I’ve played one gig (was a great sound on stage) which I enjoyed at the Bodega Social with Penguin Prison (excellent band) went to a stag do, which was great apart from a couple of ignorant "Ginger whoaaahey" comments from men in their 40's, thought my girlfriend had gone missing, kidnapped, or fallen down the stairs (she was asleep due to Irish cream) wrote a new song for my musical (I'm the sixth Beatle) and saw John Cooper Clarke live which was probably the best thing ever.
Soon I will write down a run down of my year in order to create a time capsule of 2010 in case I ever feel like reliving the youth of that year. I've only managed to make a total tit out of myself once this year so far which is a record. I'll put down to having a stable home life rather than the chaotic party filled, daze of wrongness that have been with me for the years previous. I wouldn't change it or my current situation. I feel like I’m getting older and more responsible finally. I also for the first time in my life want a car, what’s next life insurance?
Gigs then....I’ve already mentioned the news year’s eve extravaganza at Proud which we're now headlining. This will be our biggest headline show yet and will have a capacity of 700. This makes me very happy and proud (no pun intended) that it feels like a bit of recognition is coming our way. The December 17th show is in Hackney and a BIG warehouse party. Will Hodgeson is on the bill too, very funny man and supported John Cooper Clarke the other week when I went to see him. This location is still a secret but will divulge details when I can. I will do a mail out about this show before the weekend.
That's it...I’m off for a cheese sandwich, a packet of wotsits, a game of angry birds and a moan about the weather.
At least there's a royal wedding coming!!
Bye
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5 Comments:
Ah, royal weddings. The answer to everything!
The weather sucks at the moment. Where's our snow? Scotland get snow, why not Notts? I don't mind the cold, as long as there's snow, but without it the cold is stupid. And it keeps getting dark at stupid-o-clock. I hate British winters! D:
You guys doing Splendour 2011? It would be great if you could- please say yes!
Woah, coincidence? I say Miles should get a new hair cut, next time I see him, BAM! he's got it cut. Looks great btw, I like it. Makes you look uber cute. <3
We'd love to do Splendour 2011, just have to wait to see if we are asked. Fingers crossed :D
Ah, that's great! They can't really miss you- you must be one of the largest bands in Notts!
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