Hey everyone:

I can't remember what I wrote yesterday, and I'm too lazy to check it.

At Sick and Twisted I was dismayed to find that Alex (who also runs a Distro table at the club) had already sold the copy of Winnipeg is a Frozen Shithole by the Venetian Snares. That's what I get for turning up at one AM, I guess.

So I asked what else he recommended, and he passed me a copy of Mysterious Planes Spray Cancers on Winnipeg by Fanny.

I've had a listen to it. It isn't as immediately brilliant as the Venetian Snares, but I still like it.

The story is that Fanny is actually a Scotsman named Frasier Runciman who was a punk rocker who washed up in Canada and traded his guitars for a PC.

Now, according to one friend of mine, he spends his days working in a Winnipeg Music shop and his nights blitted on cheap speed, banging out drill n bass on his PC and jerking off to broadband porn.

Whatever his questionnable habits, his stuff isn't bad.

Other news:

I've been messing around with the Digital Camera. Trying to get decent photos of the weird Coke Cans available here in Leytonstone.

I've found that coke cans photograph much better when the flash is turned off.

I still can't get a good photograph of me, though. I'm convinced I don't photograph well.

Tomorrow I will take my Mac Laptop to the Mac Shop so that I can use their WiFi to download the plugins I need to be able to plug the camera into my laptop and load the photos across.

Also:

I am carving through the huge pile of washing that build up at the end of my bed.

This is partially a pro-active move on my part to try to dig my way out of the dark corner that I have slipped into.

And it is also out of sheer necessity: as it gets colder, I am having to wear more clothes at once and at this rate the clothes that I have left will be exhausted some time Wednesday. Hence the washing.

I am going to hit the Matalans, the BHS and the disposal stores and rustle up some other stuff to wear. I am still disappointed that they don't seem to dye German Field Parkas black like they do in Australia. I could do it myself, but it would probably ruin the bathtub.

I'm out of time.

Over and out.

J