Whoo-ha!

It's Monday night in the East End.

It's been raining today.

I'm still sick. The chills have stopped. I'm hoping my sinuses don't get infected like they did last year.

I should have signed on to a Doctor in this area by now, but I'm lazy and the clinic across the road closed soon after I moved to my flat. Thanks, Red Ken, Tony Blair or whoever's responsibility that was.

In any case, I'm getting better.

I'm still reading disturbing stuff about the Boston Hardcore scene. On the message boards, in addition to the usual macho bullshit, people seem to be reacting by calling people on all sides of the argument fags:

'The FSU hit some guy in a Finch shirt for mouthing off? Fags!'
'Fuckin' thugs oughtta come to Detroit/Houstin/Conneticut/North Pole, we'll show those fags!'

And so on. Seriously, one message board had more 'fags' than a tobacconist.

The homopobia of the modern hardcore scene really irritates me.

Anyways, I am so out of time.

Over and out.