I have an announcement to make:
I am totally in love with this one song by a Norweigian band called Tyr.
It came on the Terrorizer sampler CD (Fear Candy 27) and it is fucking sweet. I played it for my Swedish Flatmate, who told me that it's an old Viking Folk Song. And it is sung in a weird kind of Old Norweigian.
I spent some of yesterday afternoon hunting around for the full album (called Erik the Red) but I couldn't find it in Virgin or HMV. So I bought a Cannibal Corpse album instead (which is actually pretty damn good).
The rest of last night I stayed out way later than I meant to beacause I was held prisoner by a mad Transylvanian woman in an after-hours bar in Soho.
The mad transylvanian is a friend of the Half-Japanese girl, with whom I quielty snuggled in the back of the #25 bus (on the other side of me was a bearded man reading a massive Bible and smelling of Kitty Litter).
Anyways, I had to change at Stratford, take the N8 to Leytonstone, where it was so cold that there was frost on the cars.
Spring can't seem to make up it's mind as to whether it's here to dance or still fixing it's makeup in the bathroom. Fortunately more and more trees are saying 'Fuck it! We'll start without you!'
Other news: did more barbells today. I still weigh exactly 75 Kilos, but it seems to be higher muscle to fat ratio than before. The Boiler in the flat is leaking like a Halal Steer, and the heating doesn't work. Thank god for the milder weather.
And now I have to run to get to the Van Lustbader show in Camden.
Over and out.
J
It came on the Terrorizer sampler CD (Fear Candy 27) and it is fucking sweet. I played it for my Swedish Flatmate, who told me that it's an old Viking Folk Song. And it is sung in a weird kind of Old Norweigian.
I spent some of yesterday afternoon hunting around for the full album (called Erik the Red) but I couldn't find it in Virgin or HMV. So I bought a Cannibal Corpse album instead (which is actually pretty damn good).
The rest of last night I stayed out way later than I meant to beacause I was held prisoner by a mad Transylvanian woman in an after-hours bar in Soho.
The mad transylvanian is a friend of the Half-Japanese girl, with whom I quielty snuggled in the back of the #25 bus (on the other side of me was a bearded man reading a massive Bible and smelling of Kitty Litter).
Anyways, I had to change at Stratford, take the N8 to Leytonstone, where it was so cold that there was frost on the cars.
Spring can't seem to make up it's mind as to whether it's here to dance or still fixing it's makeup in the bathroom. Fortunately more and more trees are saying 'Fuck it! We'll start without you!'
Other news: did more barbells today. I still weigh exactly 75 Kilos, but it seems to be higher muscle to fat ratio than before. The Boiler in the flat is leaking like a Halal Steer, and the heating doesn't work. Thank god for the milder weather.
And now I have to run to get to the Van Lustbader show in Camden.
Over and out.
J
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