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[21 Oct 2006|09:04am] |
You know, the sheer bloody fucking arrogance of people really does take my head clean off sometimes. Jesus!
Love how people work things in to make themselves look good.
Not related to last night, of course. Last night was great. I'll tell you about that later.
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[21 Oct 2006|11:13am] |
Well, it wasn't epoch shattering, it wasn't shite either. It was a good night. Not a shatteringly good one, but a good one.
Of course, I got there late, but still earlier than everyone else. I tend to shut up shop with large groups of people these days, for long periods. It's just something I do. I lost something there. A little while ago..some little spark. I'm just getting it back. In the meantime I go along with my friends and watch the night unfold. Sometimes I get involved with the speech, mostly I drink and laugh. And that's what I do.
Dan, Rich, Graham, Joe, Grimmer, Lucy, Kate, er...Dorian, and I all made the trip. Johnny (Bloke from Sunday night who we met) was in the Hobgoblin too, and all of us made the tour of pubs and clubs ending in a scramble towards a neon fronted, rather barren club with airless atmosphere and hardly any people. Joe, G and I left and went to Allbury's. We had much more fun in there, drinking umpteen Jack Daniels and cokes. I mean, a lot. We got a taxi home, for thirty two pound. G and I argued in the taxi, but it's all, as he would say "gravy", because when it's all said and done he's still a very good friend, and I know he means well.
We all crashed out at G's house eating a stack of chips, chicken nuggets and scampi and watched Ninja Scroll. I woke at five in the morning with the sound of it's bloody menu still ringing in my ears. I woke up again at eight and shambled home.
I could write about the night in more detail but i'm pressed for time and I can't really be arsed anyway. If you use your creative minds a little you can fill in the gaps. In the meantime, i'll fuck off to work.
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[21 Oct 2006|03:24pm] |
Sometimes you just look at the screen and you literally can't see what the fuck you're doing. It's like a mass atrophy. You turn into a mannequin. A mannuquin staring at a screen like a wooden prick.
Apparently Canterbuy is fast turning from a vibrant bustling multi-culturally diversed city into a simmering shit-hole. Last night some chavs beat up two foreign lads, when Dan and the rest of our crew were at the kebab shop. Grimmo was verbally abused.
Makes you wonder if it's worth living in this pisshole county anymore.
Today's lunchtime shift was fully bearable. Not too busy, and no hangover. Woohoo! I told dan a joke i'd thought up.
"What if in this sitcom we're writing right, one of the main blokes is sitting at the bar having just had some bad news. He's all cut up about it. Perfectly timed, the other one sidles up to him and says "Oi, wanna see a video of me having a posh wank?*")
Timing is all important here. This show is about flatmates. Clearly damaged flatmates.
I also thought up some great ideas about phone kiosk nightclubs, with a tiny bar stationed by mice. Two small animatronic mice.
During the quieter periods I listened to the coverage of Wigan Vs Manchester City. I have a friend, an elderly gent called Pete, who is always with pipe and a sharp wit. Sometimes we talk about his team, who are Man City. Pete never makes any pretentions to grandeur on behalf of his beloved team. He always says "We're going down this year, for sure".
Man City slumped to a 4-0 defeat today, and resemble a corpse slowly twitching itself off a precipice. I don't know what i'll say to Pete tonight. Poor Pete!
Dave made a crumble today. It's plum and apple and delicious. It was so good that Dave laughed at it for thirty seconds. Then he did two wankers signs with both hands, at the crumble. We all think it's good enough to sell. I think we should call it Crumble in the jungle, a wacky colloquial take that kids and adults will enjoy alike. You could have an apple with a cane, and a plum with a bowler hat on. They could be arm in arm, skipping down a crust path. It would be FUCKING AMAZING.
I want to have sex, partly because I haven't smoked today. Yes, it's that again. I could spunk a hot air balloon-full, I tell yer.
*A posh wank is a wank with a condom. Apparently. I've not tried it, but the joke was inspired in part by that safe sex promotional condom I was given. Somtimes you look at it and think.."Well, i'm not actually likely to ram my dick into a fun-box anytime soon, so I might as well check it out!"
I haven't done that yet, by the way.
Right, i'm off to play Fifa 2003. It's great fun!
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[21 Oct 2006|05:32pm] |
You know, i'm getting more than a little bored of people assuming something when they don't know fucking shit about me.
It's happened a little too often recently, and not just on part of one person.
In any case, it's just something I have to deal with. Only one person really knows me, and that's Bolb. Oh, and myself of course. And that's really all that matters.
See you all later, then.
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[21 Oct 2006|05:51pm] |
Wednesday night is a poetry reading night during the Canterbury fringe. It's open mic, so I may, may have the balls to read something out. Who knows what will happen? I'm terrified, but thinking about it. If I do, i'd like to know which of my poems you lot like the most. If any.
Speaking of which..
Can't make it up anymore.
What is my life without beauty?
I am escaping my virture,
and drowning the page,
the twin worlds I inhabit,
are showing blurs with my age,
I was meant to inherit a fortune,
of smoke rising and flames racing low,
now the ground is grey,
and the sky's never coloured mauve,
you'll never see me tired out in the street,
or gazing down anymore,
any more of those alleys,
I would have checked down before..
they're all empty, like a stage deserted..
no bones, no trash collection,
and my words aren't invited..
I can't make it all up anymore
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[21 Oct 2006|06:15pm] |
Hearts hung heavy,
on the flowerbed,
the flowers that grew,
well two died today,
and I know a few more,
will die tomorrow,
just two, maybe three,
maybe more,
we'll wait and see..
if I can just get there in time,
i can save the last shoots,
i can drop dandelions,
and...
I can save a petal from the sea
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