Chamberlain Waits

This song rules - it's brightened an otherwise shit day. Everyone is out. I wish I wasn't working. I wish I could afford to go out. I wish I didn't want to get fit.

With A Thousand Words To Say But One

Frapes are rarely funny. Darkest Hour with James May last night destroyed. Could have done with more songs though.

Mors Semper Certa Est

Sadly, I heard a couple of days ago that Johanne Wilkinson, with whom I spent 7 years of my life going through high school and college, died on Monday. She had cancer. I remember Pete telling me a while ago, and thinking she would be fine. It turns out not. I've felt empty the last couple of days - my college days were not my finest. Johanne had a hard time during college and I remember being a complete twat. She was the first vegetarian I ever met, and I suppose subconsciously she had a profound effect on me. I remember she was the first person to introduce the concept to me. Although I did laugh at the time. I didn't speak to her much after college, but the few times I did, I could tell that she was happy with life and her fiancé.

Back in year 7, in our memorable form room C7, we used to have thought for the day. At 11 years old, we weren't expected to become immortal with our quoting, but one thought for the day stuck with me. It was started by Damien Lynch (what happened to him?) and was to do with living your life to the full. Fair enough. For reasons lost in the sands of time, Miss Balmer started to tell us that the sad reality is "at least one" of us out of the class of 30 would die of cancer. I recall looking round the room, frightened to death.

I'm still frightened to death - I heard a song by Gold Kids the other day that really resonates with me. That same day, I heard that Johanne had died. RIP Johanne.

This is my tragedy

Beginning with the number 3

This is our endless winter

When all we needed was a summer sun

This is how to feel distant

Even though we're one

Step away from the grave

This is how we fail

So every time we've tried to smile

Mother luck took our happiness away

Any any hope was fake

This is how everything ends

This is my ode to youth

Goodbye youth

You Look Like I Need A Drink

Soooo many times I have been called old recently. Now it doesn't usually bother me, but for some reason recently it has reminded me of all the years I threw away gambling. I suppose now that I feel like I'm truly away from that time in my life, I can see the damage done. But one positive thing has come out of me being called old; I out-drink the kids (I really must stop referring to my friends that way), I'm normally out last (despite hating the music) and I'm up there with the Fajitas in terms of stamina.

I know that sounds really narcissistic, but I am loving it while it lasts! I'm entitled!

I can't wait to go to a party without ring of fire. Sigh.

March of the Crabs

Fuck, my cock is REALLY ITCHY. Anyway, I have not blogged properly since Christmas. So much to say! But right now, I'm tired. All I can say is this weekend has been hugely shit, but it ended up on a humbling note. Not long after handover today, I got a call from security. A student had flown all the way from Nigeria without a room allocated or any idea where to go. He got a taxi from town to the main campus, but there was obviously no-one there as it was a Sunday night. Luckily there was a non-student versus student footy match being played on the astroturf, so he approached them. Two very nice lads brought him here. I managed to sort him a room for tonight and hopefully permanently. He said his visa only came through Friday afternoon (night here) so was unable to book a room. I asked what brought him to Derby, and he was so excited about the prospect about studying in the U.K., and the size of the school was blowing his mind. Alex, one of the guys who brought him over, works with Derby's homeless. I got his number, I'll call it sometime. What an amazing coincidence, and an experience overall that is some hearty food for thought.

In other news, the United Nations EP still fucking smokes.

Leave It Alone

I remember when mobiles first "came out", to the youth anyway. People just didn't leave them on all the fucking time. I mean, the batteries were pretty shit. I think I'm still living in 1996, or whenever it was, because I still text people late at night, and more often than not, I get a text saying something like "thanks for waking me up"!

Here's an idea: turn the fucker off! Trust me, you are not that important. For starters, you're getting texts off a fat alcoholic.

Note: I was sorting out my blog tonight by tagging all the old posts with the relevant bands and came across this draft post so I've "published" it now. It's from late 2009 I think.

Savor the Kill

Wow. The new Darkest Hour song fucking destroys. This band never disappoint!

Everybody's Whore (sic)

I'm getting into this Twitter lark now! I bought a new phone the other day as the keypad on my Nokia N85 has been faulty for a while. This was to be the first time I've actually gotten excited over a phone as when I got the N85, I did not research it at all. I've always wished I could live without a phone, but the reality is I use (and like) facebook & twitter daily.

My new phone is an LG Town. It's absolutely shit. I saved £20 with the sale of my Nokia, but the phone... Jesus Christ. It doesn't do anything well, and what it offers is poor. I only have to live with it for 4 months though when I can upgrade.

I was just asked if I wanted to follow Hayley Williams of Paramore on twitter. Ha ha. That band are a fucking joke. Not only has their music been mediocre at best, the recent revelations have ensured their status as corporate rock music for people who don't really like pop.

35 minutes to go at Old Trafford and Liverpool don't look like equalising! I'm looking forward to the draw; as long as Forest are home I don't really mind who they get!

Ruin It

On a day where I've got fuck all done, largely thanks to sleeping in until 2:30pm (although I got up for 5 minutes to open the office), it wasn't the best thing to order a takeaway and have to wait for it for two and a half hours and then being able to finish it. Thanks very much Curry Master.

I am still absolutely loving Lawrie Sanchez's recent comments regarding Liverpool and its current status. I've listened to the clip at least ten times and I can't help but smile. Here's to Dalglish fucking the club even more and seeing the support fade from their "Man U fans are glory hunters" fans.

Stupid Little Things

A facebook "like" does not constitute a response. Sigh.

Warning: Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous

Well, here I am... back in Derby after a very relaxing and familycentric (yay) break. I've been meaning to blog several things, but with me having very limited internet access at home, I haven't bothered. Plus, it's been nice just to be away from it all. I aim to get a lot of things done tomorrow. Whenever I've said that on here, things haven't turned out.

Let me say that I've gotten rid of my beard after a record breaking run: 3 months I think. I'm left with sideburns now, and fuck have I put on weight! I thought I might look cool, but I have a shitload of work to do to get fit.

As for revision... today was a recovery day. From what, I don't know.