Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
I tried to post yesterday, but there was a glitch with the publishing process and I didn't have time to retype.
Nor did I remember to select-copy the text I'd written incase something like that happened.
D'oh.
Nevermind.
It was basically just me saying that I sent out a mass E-mail to friends and family saying that I had a blog now.
I got five replies: four positive ones and one link to this website:
http://ruthlessreviews.com/rants/jonny/words.html
Nevermind. He's a good friend and it's a funny link, so I won't take it to heart.
I'm feeling proud of myself today because I managed to marshall my dysfunctional arse out of the flat and down the street to
a) put £10 each on the Electricity and Gas
b) get the new Kerrang magazine, where I learned that the Kerrang Journalist I met at Scala a week and a half ago was Emma Johnston and
c) get a Seven Day 3 Zone ticket put on my Oyster Card, just in time for me to run errands tomorrow (I have to pay rent - mucho sucko) and go see The Red Chord at the Borderline.
I also made it to the Boots Chemist, where I picked up a Lint Roller (kind of necessary when almost all your clothes are black) and a can of FCUK Deodorant.
I have resisted the whole deodorant thing most of my adult life because a) I shower regularly, so I don't think I have time to build up a horrible stink b) it just seems so effete and prissy to spray stuff on to smell good, and let's face it, I can be prissy enough on my own and c) I always figured sweat was a manly smell anyway.
But when I checked my E-mail yesterday I was sat next to a stinking motherfucker, and at that moment I decided that if I have ever smelt half as bad as that, I need to atone for it right now.
And you know the crazy thing? There he is again! Smelling like rotting cheese and coughing and sneezing. Luckily he is too absorbed in his own thing to look over here and read what I'm writing (I Hope!).
But enough about him.
Besides seeing The Red Chord tomorrow I'm also going to see Fantomas on Saturday at the Kentish Town Forum (a converted music hall just north or Camden, once the Town and Country Club). Should be good.
And Batman Begins opens this week as well. Which should be good. At the very least, it will be fun asking people in the foyer if they've seen American Psycho.
That's enough for now.
Mood - moody
Listening To - the sound of other people typing.
Nor did I remember to select-copy the text I'd written incase something like that happened.
D'oh.
Nevermind.
It was basically just me saying that I sent out a mass E-mail to friends and family saying that I had a blog now.
I got five replies: four positive ones and one link to this website:
http://ruthlessreviews.com/rants/jonny/words.html
Nevermind. He's a good friend and it's a funny link, so I won't take it to heart.
I'm feeling proud of myself today because I managed to marshall my dysfunctional arse out of the flat and down the street to
a) put £10 each on the Electricity and Gas
b) get the new Kerrang magazine, where I learned that the Kerrang Journalist I met at Scala a week and a half ago was Emma Johnston and
c) get a Seven Day 3 Zone ticket put on my Oyster Card, just in time for me to run errands tomorrow (I have to pay rent - mucho sucko) and go see The Red Chord at the Borderline.
I also made it to the Boots Chemist, where I picked up a Lint Roller (kind of necessary when almost all your clothes are black) and a can of FCUK Deodorant.
I have resisted the whole deodorant thing most of my adult life because a) I shower regularly, so I don't think I have time to build up a horrible stink b) it just seems so effete and prissy to spray stuff on to smell good, and let's face it, I can be prissy enough on my own and c) I always figured sweat was a manly smell anyway.
But when I checked my E-mail yesterday I was sat next to a stinking motherfucker, and at that moment I decided that if I have ever smelt half as bad as that, I need to atone for it right now.
And you know the crazy thing? There he is again! Smelling like rotting cheese and coughing and sneezing. Luckily he is too absorbed in his own thing to look over here and read what I'm writing (I Hope!).
But enough about him.
Besides seeing The Red Chord tomorrow I'm also going to see Fantomas on Saturday at the Kentish Town Forum (a converted music hall just north or Camden, once the Town and Country Club). Should be good.
And Batman Begins opens this week as well. Which should be good. At the very least, it will be fun asking people in the foyer if they've seen American Psycho.
That's enough for now.
Mood - moody
Listening To - the sound of other people typing.
posted by the.exile at 6:48 pm
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