Well, here I am crashed out in that horrible staleness that is January... ridiculously slow moving time of year...
I presently have no job because Focus closed down and this means I'm a bit skint, especially after the second week of the holidays when I blew 60 quid on caffeine and £140 down the pub in a week. Oops.
I left a lecture on Tuesday to go down the pub with two very cool people, namely Emili and Kitty (a touch ironic seeing as the lecture was stage management and all). While I shouldn't have done so, I really needed it, more than I think I realised. It reminded me of a few things that I've drifted away from lately.
I got an interesting text last night that's made me feel pretty... crap and I'm trying to make sense of in my mind.Corrosion Of Conformity - Drowning In A Daydream - "You get so high but you still can't fly, and you wonder if you're really where you want to be."
So... another blog. My old one was all politics and such, and I thought I needed a new one, despite the fact that no-one reads these here blog things.
Seeing as I have no idea what to write in this thing, I will explain the banner at the top of the page until more gainful opportunities arise. The sea is... the sea. Bottom left and top right are pictures of my band, Pretty Vacant (if you were wondering, I am the youngest by quite a bit and have fun reminding the guys of this minor fact), the picture of three folks with their backs to the camera and white tape spelling out assem, deesem and teesem would be the greatest stage management team. Ever. Bottom right is a really rather fabulous band going by the collective name of "Plastic Toys".
If there's any band you should see/buy their album then it's these guys. They're bringing a sound to the music industry that blows everything else out of the water, so check them out (http://www.plastictoys.co.uk/)Custom - One Day - "One day I'll be grown up and you'll still be in my head.".
