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.