Bubble pop haikus.

"I know I look shiny and bouncey but I'm all empty inside."

The reason why I love Boy Least Likely To. He's talking about a balloon....but he's not really is he? It's so adorable. A haiku.

Boy least likely to.
I love them more than short bread.
I think you should too.

You can pin and mount me like a butterfly.

The rain falls hard on a humdrum Town, this town will drag you down. So yes, here I am I’m unable to communicate did you know? A mess of form and person. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life and even if I did I wouldn’t know where I want it to go, which apparently you do. I still feel like a kid sometimes and then sometimes I just wish I could grow up, man up and be old with a house and kids and all that sorted out for me without me having to do all the messy trying parts. I sometimes think that it’s the only way I could head, the family route and the kids with the nice names and the not so nice but it’ll do school. And sometimes I think I’ll get to the point where I’ll lose it all and consider myself a fool.

If only that was in my own control but I doubt it is, this’ll end and I won’t really have a say. I’ll be Mr Rochester, I’ll be the one crying. Hopefully I won’t end up a blind cripple. I wish to change myself externally. However I worry that what I am is now so dependent on how I look whether if I change the way I look I’ll change the way I am, I’ve been like this for so long. I’ve been long haired and owned the same coat since I were 17. I’d like to cut my hair short again. And maybe do away with the lip ring. Or something. And probably be thin and cool. I’d quite like to be Jarvis Cocker. But less living in France, I can’t get my moniker round the lingo.

I’m living within a song, it’s predictably Reel around the Fountain. Look at the lyrics if you can be honest, I sometimes feel like he does although interestingly enough that song at the time got accused as condoning child abuse, when someone read “you took a child and you made him old” very literally. Probably the Daily Mail. I just think it’s one of the wittiest songs ever. “People said you were easily lead and they were half right” it’s just clever, and the piano mid section by Marr on The Smiths – The Smiths version is just beautiful, I wish I could work a piano box, if I ever learnt I’d learn that.

I have so many essays to write, and all of them to do research for, which I’m going to start this weekend. I’m sad because it’s meaning I can’t go anywhere or travel to go to go see Nathalie and try to stop her being sad at me, and by not going it makes her even more sad at me, leaving me with no idea what to do with myself, it’s a wonderful lose/lose. Stay and do work which is so hard it makes me have little strokes, or go see nat and not really work, stop her from working and exacerbate the whole situation further. I don’t know if I’m much fun to be around at the moment.

Here's me looking 16 and youthful, and wellllllll emo by todays' standards, love it.


Seriously, I peeked at 16, how depressing.

I am a balloon.

Download loveliness. Plus sadness. Must dash!

Rah

I heard a cover of The Boy With the Thorn in His Side on t'Hollyoaks last night and had an incling it was Scott Matthews, and it twas. I hate Smiths covers, Ronson's re-imagining of Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This One Before made me ill.

But this is rather ok.

Plus he's from Wolverhampton which means at some point I've probably stepped on his foot whilst drunk at the civic.

Some sort of scary/hilarious fan video of Jean Paul and Craig....creepy.



And the lengends that be, I was convinced for a good year I was the boy with the thorn in his side, now I kinda think I'm either this charming man, in a less than cocky way or there is a light that never goes out, but realisitcally I'm Reel Around the Fountain, yes, that's probably more accurate, I'm Reel Around The Fountain?

The great uni adventure is back on!

I've passed language! BOO YEAH.

New shoes

They hath made me regress musically, thus

One last thing before I quit
I never wanted any more than I could fit
Into my head I still remember every single word
You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it
Still theres one thing that comforts me since I was
Always caged and now I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghh

X LOUD

I can has new trainers!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

There's an ICHCB for every single moment of your life....

par example

You remind me of the babe

Alright ladies,

Hello and all that, how are you? It’s been a fair long while, though that’s understandable and all. I’ve been undergoing some major work on the old leg. But I’m happy to announce that it’s all fine and dandy and is getting better by the day. Today for instance I walked round uni all day without my helping metal stick. Which is fairly impressive, due to the fact that it’s a 10-9 day. Albeit with a 5 hour gap in the middle. But still quite asking, my knee pulled through, dam right.

Hm, tell you what, I’m well up for getting drunk. Not disorderly. Just drunk. With the dancing and the hands in the air, dancing a bit like a cross between Morrissey and Marr swaying like Robert Smith and smiling like Bowie from Labyrinth. Which for the record is fantastic, download Magic Dance. Strewth, it’s no Starman, but it’s better than that shite he did with Mick Jagger. Worth it alone for seeing his hair in action and for that matter, his groin. It’s got a prominent role.

So yeah, up for snobs, it’s a veritable wonderment of a place, cheap as chips and next door to a chippie. Curry and chips is my tip to head off the hang-over. I’ve never been sick at uni, I was very close after Shaun’s birthday and a bottle of southern comfort and a cigarette of a guy called Dan(?) (You might need to verify that) which to be fair had a burnt electrical wire quality. That evening apparently ended with me Lecturing Emma on the virtues of The Smiths and her nearly losing a finger in a door. Sorriest all round.

You know what, I’m nearly up to being 6 months off the pace of the youth of today, Bloc Party – Flux is well good, I’ve always liked Bloc Party doing either soft gay love songs or balls out rock, but turns out they can display their balls whilst turning out dance music too, I bet the Klaxons are gathering their flouresant clothing vouchers from Topman and convincing each other they “had a good run”. Bloc Party were ace the moment I saw them on the NME tour 2005. World famous that tour, Kaiser Chiefs/Futureheads/Bloc Party/The Killers all for £14. That’s a festival day pass now. That plus the singer bloke said hello to me.

This week I shall be going up to the town of Wolverhampton with hopefully as many friends as I can muster and paint the town a pale red. I might even wear something nice. Off to see Nouvelle Vague who are classy covers, pretty sexy covers. A female vocal based band I like, heaven forefend. And then dancing (most likely with one leg more than the other) with my Nathalie, having our second Valentines together, unfortunately not on the real day but pretty darn close.

So yeah, helloooooooooooo life with a new leg.