Things that are.....

Boring! this is the newspapers constantly.

1. knife crime in Britain
2. The credit crunch effecting everything
3. Cristiano Ronaldo Going to Madrid
4. Big Brother again
5. Yet again the PM is failing.

I feel im reading the same newspapers everyday.

I dont quite understand things though.

I think they should make a fictional one everyday.
and we can just pretend!
It would be like an ongoing film or tv series in form of newspaper.
yes i know this is kind of dumb, but so is reading the same thing again and again

Chelsea,...yeah : The good, the bad and the ugly

THE GOOD - My bro


THE BAD(ASS) - K


THE UGLY - I just cannot believe this is real!?


What is goin on in that one? If he was doing what the youtube description says (and it looks like), why would sky or whoever broadcast it? He's so casual about it all well. Forget all the pressing world problems, this is the great problem that needs solving. Maybe I'm exaggerating the strangeness of this. Maybe doing this at football matches is now the in ting and we should all just get down.

*Okay, I just realized he could of been scratching his leg or something. But geez man, football matches are no place for any sort of self fondling, scratching or otherwise.

hahahaha

http://nymag.com/daily/food/2008/04/who_will_replace_peter_meehan.html#more

this is hilarious.

i hugged....

Well The only rapper I ever hugged was eminem.

I wonder if that's as cool as hugging wiley.

So commander what do you think. 

i need a football team

I'm sitting here wearing my man u jersey that I bought in mexico wondering why i bought it. I really don't know anything about football, but I know it's better than american football. I figured everyone in the UK loves Man U so why not get a Man U jersey.

I don't understand why american football is so popular. The super bowl is this stupid american event featuring american football. The super bowl is soooo like, AMERICAN. I can't bloody imagine what a typical pub would be like during the super bowl. Probably a bunch of bladdered meathead yanks drinking Budweiser while behaving quite boisterious. What a piss in the wind that super bowl is.

I'm grasping the british writing style quite nicely, I hope.
Actually, that entire paragraph I wrote is making me laugh like a drain. I'd love to say that to some redneck type american with my best imitation of a kensington style posh british accent. I'd love that.

Anyway, I had no idea that man u is worth over a billion dollars.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/leagues/premierleague/chelsea/2464669/Chelsea-support-Manchester-United-in-Cristiano-Ronaldo-contract-dispute.html

this is interesting. chelsea and man u agree on something.

I still can't believe Man u paid over £30 million for Carlos Tevez of Argentina.
wow.
It's like the NY yankees. They've bought the best baseball team ever. They have imports from japan too (hence hideki matsui).

I really do not know much about sport but theres my two cents ( or one pence).

Perfect

I was just watching some Chelsea TV. They were showing classic games. I would really like Lampard to stay. He's cares about the club and he seems like a decent guy. So stay Frank. Also bring back Gudjohnson, Barca have said he can leave. He's one of the greatest ever Chelsea players and a personal favourite.

Monday, July 14, 2008: Mornington Crescent

I have a really bad headache at the moment. It actually hurts and I've had it all day. I've taken some Ibuprofen now so maybe that'll help. Deep down I reckon has something to do with what happened yesterday. In anyone else's eyes it would of been nothing but in mine it was blinding and headache inducing.

I was doing some CV handing out and visited Camden to dispatch one to a travelers hostel. They really didn't want to take it. I made them in the end! After that I decided it was the end of the job 'hunt' for that day and I walked to Mornington Crescent tube station to head south.

I was waiting for the lift and I could sense someone was behind me. When the lift came I entered and then looked up. It was this girl, a swell girl, a shy girl. She looked really friendly, although she was just looking at her feet. I was trying to look cool by not really doing or looking at anything, I don't think I succeeded. The doors were talking ages to shut and it was just the two us in the lift.

I really wanted to break the ice and say something like 'Do you think they'll ever close!!' (referring to the doors), but being a bit green, I didn't. I think it's important to note that in life being shy or coy or trying to look like you don't care or want to talk when you actually do never does any good.

Anyway I didn't say anything, the lift doors closed and we descended. Even though she was far away from the door I let her go first. While we were walking to the platform I was cursing myself for not saying anything. We got to the platform and I figured my chance had gone so I went and sat down on a bench while she observed a map on the platform and roamed a square metre aimlessly.

The train came and after some quick head debating I scuttled onto the carriage she'd boarded. Stupidly again though, half trying to be cool, half out of lack of courage, I walked straight past her to stand half a carriage. It would of been a bit weird, but I probably could of cracked my bad lift door joke then (but obviously in the past tense), had I of stood near her. I peered over at her from my perch, annoyed yet half hoping for I don;t know what. At the next stop (which was Euston), she left the train.

For the rest of the day and all of today, I've been thinking about it. 'It's not a big deal' friends would say after spouting cliche's of other 'fish' in metaphorical seas. But the size of the deal isn't the point. This lack of courage has been the scourge of me for too long.

I thought about all these cool lines afterwards that I could of said. One of them went, 'Hey, if the lift doors don't shut in a minute, do you wanna go for a drink!?'. But I'm not Joey from friends I'm a shoegazing idealist. But maybe that what has to be done? I can't tell anymore the difference between being corny and outgoing.

The whole episode has raised many questions but I'd trade in all the answers to just redo that lift journey. Maybe she would of just smiled out of politeness and looked away but I don't think so, I could tell. I've learnt from this, but I'll never forget.

N.B. It's taken me at least 30 minutes to write this and my head still hurts so Richard Ashcroft was right after all.

Double feature

A couple of days ago I went to the ICA to see a double feature. Double features are like double A sides, two great songs (or in this case films) for the price of one.

I went to see two Aaron Katz films, 'Quiet city' and 'Dance Party USA'.

I was really impressed by both the films. Both films though were funny, well observed and subtle. The first one Quiet City reminded me a bit of a more refined Funny Ha Ha, which I like a lot. Overall though if I had to pick I say preferred Dance Part USA. It rang more bells.

I left the cinema quite moved after Dance party USA with that new sense of purpose that I sometimes get after seeing a film I really enjoy.

It wore off quite quickly. Real life is never as redeeming as film life.

It's hard to change, a long gradual process that won't be swept aside by seeing a couple of films however much I wish it would. I'm starting to wonder though what it will take.

Here's the trailers from the film. Watch them if your interested and even if you not. They are short.

Quiet City


Dance Party, USA

Y2K

I didn't blog this in the end cause I just felt like it had no point and there's no ending. Here you go though, wrap your brain round THIS.

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I've spent a fair part of my life wishing I'd been born into a different generation. For the most part I yearned to be a teenager in the early 90's. I think if I had to pick 10 years of the history of the world to save from the apocalypse it'd be 1985-1995.

I sort of have a theory that life goes in 10 year cycles instead of 7 and I was unfortunately born in the 5th year. So to be clear, it would have been better to be born 5 years before or after my birth. Why? It's complicated, save that for another time.

In the last couple of days though I've been thinking about when I was 14/15. It wasn't THAT bad a time. I used to really dislike school but now I look back on a some it with fond regard. I think joining Facebook in the last couple of months has had something to do with this. After resisting it's lure from so long, I joined and realized it wasn't actually that bad, and has got me back in contact (sort of) with school friends that really were friends.

Which brings me back to Y2K, well 1999-2000. That was our time! We didn't have a cool music scene, there was a lack of any real scenes to my knowledge which perhaps added to the times innocence. Napster had just come out! Yeah kids these days have all the social networking Junk, but we had Napster, that was cool! There was no Google, Yahoo! ruled and Anna Kournikova was it's queen.

Some other memories from that time include. Metallica suing Shaun Fanning for that Mission Impossible song being downloaded a lot. American Pie, Blink 182, Dido, Encarta 97 (few years earlier that one), watching the US top 20, Dr Dre's 2001, thinking Eminem was the bomb, people saying 'that's the bomb!' (only realy on Sister Sister) etc....

Blogs galore

I feel like it's time this blog was resuscitated. It's a good blog, but its hearts been wilting.

So here are some writings that I've done recently. CM change the logo if you wish I wont have any beef.

Peace

will people hate me?

I have this fear..

that If I go to london too often 

everyone  I know will get sick of me..

or that everyone one day will think I am a bother...

Or that One day I'll ware myself out on london..

I don't ever want that to happen... spoil it for myself...

I don't why I think this way right now, 

but I am afraid that has become my new LA-

Like my obsession for british indie music nearly parallels my old obsession for ska and punk music...

But the obsession for ska and punk back then was fueled all too easily, to the point where One day I was in Silver Lake asked by someone, Hey do you want some free mouthwash?

I was like sure, and then I didn't get mouthwash, like mint liquid in a clear bottle. I was expecting a bottle of scope or listerine. I got something else instead. I have many more examples of that but I think allusion to that reveals enough.........

or: hey have you heard of "oscar"

me: what? the grouch? I'm too old to watch sesame street

other person giving me stuff: here

me: oh, thanks man

or: want some fat stuff?

me: sure

other person: yup here

An old friend recently said- its a good thing you don't know any "people" in london, and I know what she meant.....

because maybe if I did, I'd consume london more often? or it wouldn't be pretty.

truth is i am comfortable here in new york but i feel lonely a lot.

I have a lot of nice friends but it's  not the same. 

I can't explain it or maybe I think too much.

sam rules

I was listening to baseball fury and I thought it would be cool if someone re-edited the beginning to say Sam's cool and then sam says, I'm cool hahaha.

sam is the voice of reason. 

He tells it like it is.

Good therapy in the hopeless romantic field. 

I have the catford cool cats to look out for me. It's nice :D

i can't be a hopeless romantic

I'm sitting here listening to Hopeless Romantic by the Bouncing Souls. I have to reprogram my brain. 

I can't be such a typical girl. Because lately, my mind drifts off to dreams which resemble a happy romantic comedy. 

If this is a rom com, kill the director- aka my drifting thoughts. Okay, from this moment on.. I'm going to train my mind to go back to normal.

I know It's never going to happen and I can't let myself think anything that can't be real. Every now and then I dream about dating Alex Zane but even I know that would never happen... but other things, I really have to stop thinking about. It's not good for my brain..

But in the end-I've learned to be more spontaneous and to stop being a complete prude.. or less prudish than I used to be..

And, I got a new friend  out of this, so it was all worth it. 

i got a bike~!

I got a really cool raleigh bike detour 6.0! It's a men's bike because I didn't feel like getting some colorful stupid girly bike. I love it already. It's already taking up too much space in my flat looks like I will have to put it at my parents gay-rage. That's how the english say it anyway. Gay-rah -ge!

I LOVE IT!

I'm still working on my british accent. 

Sometimes the friends you meet influence you to do things, this was defintely one of them! Hopefully I'll lose that two stone like I've been meaning to ..........

scare yourself

Hey,
I've been away for a week
and Kalou has got a youth workshop to design a logo.
or something

anyways, I was thinking
I'm not afraid of the dark.
But that's not strictly true.
When I'm in the dark, I start thinking of stuff that scares me,
then get myself all scared.

At the moment the thing I keep thinking about me is 80's/90's TV Show - Twin Peaks
I started thinking about it, then looked at it on Wikipedia, then looked at clips of it on YouTube.
and then got myself all scared.

especially this clip.
WARNING: If you scare yourself in the dark thinking about scary stuff.
DO NOT WATCH THIS!!!


That's some freaky shit

Trifles

I have yet to experience one in Manhattan. I heard Sarabeths has one.

It's a good place for brekky.

The other day I was talking to sam on msn and we both wanted one. 

Anyone know where i can find a trifle in new york? anyone?

Mexican Reflections

Cancun is a effing tourist trap. Like Times Square, they have a bubba gump shrimp, hard rock, planet hollywood, and all its respective bad food catering to Redneck type Americans who do not know the quality of good ethnic food. Luckily for me, I am NOT a redneck so i ate in downtown cancun a lot.

I thought it was quite hilarious that cancun has a Ferragamo and Gucci store. It was as if they were trying too hard to create some sort of Fifth avenue/Rodeo Drive in Cancun. I've never seen a foreign place that was absolutely catered to American tourists.

Redneck American tourists think that Times Square is some sort of New York Mecca. That highly bothers me because I think Times Square is total rubbish. All of the eating establishments around there are overpriced and shit nosh.. most of the good food around there is either towards Hells Kitchen or kips bay.

Or maybe I'm just too much of an Urban snob. People have told me I carry this attitude that I'm better than everyone because I'm from manhattan, but I don't care. As far as Brooklyn, da bronx, or queens, I could never really picture myself living there. I couldn't even picture myself living somewhere north of central park either..

Okay, maybe I am an urban snob. This attitude as I've been told, even carries to my behaviours in LA. It's true, I think Hollywood/highland is a worse tourist trap than times square. There are certain places I will never go (because they scare the living shit out of me) like south central LA, and downtown LA past a certain hour.. Actually if you go drive around South Los angeles street near the flower district you'll see some of the most gnarly bums and craziest people ever. It's similar to the sketchy people you would find on market street near the tenderloin and Port authority bus terminal NYC in the 1980's at 3:oo AM. In LA, I never go below pico (unless its west of sepulveda) - east of the 110.. to hang out, I mainly stay in the area between santa monica-venice to downtown while never really bothering with the valley. f I'm stuck there I'm in the fairfax district, west hollywood, or bev, hills. and silverlake and echo park too... bleh la talk makes me sick.

So back to cancun. I digress.

The hotel I stayed at was very nice- It was an all inclusive resort where I had too many tipples.. mojitos, sex on the beaches, pina coladas, you name it! My sister managed to hang out with (and get in a car with) this guy named raul from cancun. He was very interesting, considering he cannot return to the USA because of his two DUI's.

I am not particularly fond of dancing but going to cocobongo was fun. It was peopple dressing up as christina aguilera, britney spears, and trying to imitate their videos. Oh and I saw a fake Ricki Martin on stage too.

My favourite part of the trip was any water related activity, like the beaches, snorkeling, and snuba-ing. I scratched my leg on a coral reef and i swear this big black fish was trying to sniff my bum while i was snorkeling. I liked swimming in the clean beaches. I don't mind california (pacific) beaches, like san clemente/oceanside/malibu but its nothing compared to cancun beaches. I still stand by this statement- east coast beaches are disgusting. Ew. atlantic ocean. The jersey shore and the long island excuse for beaches continue to disgust me. I can't swim in water that is literally blackish/green.

If I want to go to a good beach, looks like I have to fly two hours to an island like bermuda or aruba. Or southern california..

I loved ancient mayan civilization; I took a day trip to Chinchin Itza in the yucatan. That was very interesting indeed.

One day I'm going to travel to more exotic places but I don't think I'll ever beat peter's upcoming world tour. that sounds wonderful.

But australia- I don't think I will ever go there. It's too far and expensive. 22 hours on a plane for one destination is much to far. Once I thought about going there and a air ticket from LA was $1400 USD! I can go to LONDON and LA with that and have some leftover for Paris and Provence! It's probably not nearly as interesting as the EU or any place in Asia.

I'd go to India. Or Thailand for the full moon party. Malaysia would seem fun too. Luckily one of my best friends would show me around bangkok and koh samui!

The best part - my parents will never know where I'll end up in the world, LOL

Lack of activity/New layout

Yes, that logo is a bit wack, but I just downloaded a version of paint for mac, and Peter did say design one! I'll change it very soon unless someone else does

Where is everyone? Where is Mr Wasted Superstars? Jean says she has nothing to blog about!?

I went see Wall-E last night at a 12.10am showing. It really sucked, there's no need for any further review, except to say I didn't want to see it and was vindicated in my doubts.

God, Dawson's creek was good...

Time Does Not Exist

Maybe others feel differently but I cant generally be bothered to watch anything on the internet anymore unless I'm a) really intrigued or b) bored. But, saying that I thought I'd post this because it's one of my favourite music videos and more like a mini movie set to a Daft Punk song.



Also I'm really feeling this self titled song by Those Dancing Days. It's officially the definition of infectious! I love it.



I wrote a piece today, but it was far too long for WS so I posted it on myspace

Zavvi have a good sale on at the moment. I was at the one in Picadilly Circus and bought a couple cheap promising CDs and also a Stylophone!



By the way CM, I went to see Shotgun Stories a few weeks back. It was okay, nothing that special but I think you wouldn't of minded it. I doubt it'd get the Last Days/Down in the Valley treatment.

I feel really ill. Blocked nose, all hot and irritated and my headache has lasted a day. Retreat.

all inclusive resorts

They are dangerous because you can drink alcohol all you want.
Oh lord, I'm piss drunk at the moment.

I just had a sex on the beach, mojito, and tequila, and coke and rum
i drank toooooo much and vomited.
oh lord help me why cant i drink like an englishman?
sad. so sad.

i also bought a man u jersey just to be a dorky anglophile.
someone called me an anglophile today and seemed to be weirded out by it.
Why would they though?
Maybe I've developed a taste for luzocade wile bike riding (thats another story in itself) but i didnt think it would be creepy if some person from america started talking about new york with me, id love it.

bleh oh well. peter and sam think im alright so thats all that matters really. :D

rancid rancid.

I can't go to rancid in new york. 

So I am sitting here contemplating seeing them in chicago, LA, or LONDON.

I must be mad. 

Chicago isnt a problem. It's only a 17 bus hour ride. I can take loads of dramamine. It would probably be alright. hahaaha.

Now LA in october is a good possibility. I still have "people" in LA so all I need is a plane ticket.

However, Rancid will be more fun in November. I'll  have a bunch of nice people to go with. But then in london I would have to buy a ticket. Drat.

What do you think? lol

If I'm just mad tell me. 

Drugs & TV - a bad Mix

I was thinking recently
On TV Show, especially soaps and in (most) films.
If someone starts 'doing drugs', then their life spirals out of control,
like in one episode they'll blaze a joint, then, they'll be addicted to heroin;
or, they'll start doing cocaine, and then start stealing money, and look like a state.

How come TV doesn't have some bloke, who goes out to a club on a Friday and does a line, then drops a couple of tabs, has a good time. Then goes to work the next Monday with no ill-effects?

Not that I'm condoning drug use or anything,
it's just that not everyone who smokes green or has a line of charlie is going to end up robbing old women 'looking for their next fix'

Dirty Dream Number 2

Big thanks to Syd and Peter for coming to the gig yesterday. It was really appreciated seeing you there, some faces I recognized showing support. I'll be there front row centre when the times comes...

Still having strange dreams. I went to Smiths today and bought a notebook so I can start my dream book tomorrow morning. Last night was a bit ruff, I think maybe I drank a too much, so sorry CM for my babbling on the bus. Last night I had a dream about climbing spiral stairs in this really old, scary, infinitely tall building. I was with four woman who I think were all celebrity's but I can't be sure. One of them was Jennifer Lopez. Every floor we got to we'd go down this water slide sort of thing. I can't remember where it went, but we just seem to keep going up stairs.

A lot of dreams involve really run down, derelict houses that are not haunted but just creepy. I used to have a recurring dream when I was maybe 9 or 10ish about some crazy house. Hopefully when my dream book kicks into action I'll be able to decipher what all this means. I am a believer that dreams are a way of your brain sorting through issues in your life...

Beautiful song and video
Belle & Sebastian - Dirty Dream Number 2

Not very famous London sightings.

I walked passed a sandwich bar on St Pancras Road the other day called Butty Boys, which I thought was quite amusing.
I also often walk by Chatterbox Topless Bar in Farringdon, which has an advert in the window(and in the back pages of the Metro newspaper) saying drinks are only £10.00. I wouldn't think this special offer would draw in big crowds, which is probably why I've never actually seen anyone going in there. I may have to suggest to them that they need a better marketing strategy unless someone thinks £10.00 for a drink is quite reasonable?

londoner slang? help

Do londoners use the following words in sentences:

chuffed

minging

nosh

"this is mint!"

"food for tea"

nosh

tipple

brill

"a patch on"

Just wondering. 

Peter Meehan works for the new york times

I went to Goodburger on 45th street for an american Hamburger and Chips. As I walked in, I saw a giant poster of a New York Times review of Goodburger by Peter Meehan. I didn't have my camera with me to photograph it, but here is a link to the article.

http://events.nytimes.com/2005/11/09/dining/reviews/09unde.html

So is Commander Meehan secretly a Food critic for the new york times? Hmmmm.

punk is dead? possibly.

http://nymag.com/guides/summer/2008/48006/

I'm just glad when I was a kid, st marks was still punk.

But I wasn't a squatter like the article describes. I always felt out of place at C-Squat Leftover crack shows.

I guess we've all moved on. Sam and I live for indie and Peter loves wiley and Dizzee Rascal.

Well wait. we all like dizzee rascal.

I'll go see my old favorite punk bands every now and then. But It's not the same. I believe there is a time and place for everything.

I can't get over the H2o video, what happened- thinking the same thing the video portrays.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvlP0QfJcjc&feature=related

the scary thing is everywhere h20 is in that video, I know where it is in the city.

Jean's guide to What happened- Be like h20! (lol)
The record store they are in: Generation 210 Thomspon
Where all of h20 is sitting on a stool- 99x 84 East 10th Street.
Knitting Factory: Great venue. 74 Leonard Street. (tribeca represent bitch)
The empty building they all stare at 313 bowery, the old site of CBGB..
Joe Strummer Mural (where matt skiba is) - 7th street and avenue A, near niagra and tompkins sq park

Oh cbgb, how i miss you so. Damn you, john varvatos. damn you to hell.

Throw some D's on that bitch!

Maaaaaaaan, I musta taken the bus a trillion times.

I don't cycle, or have a car. I don't get lifts but I do live far. I get the bus, like everyday. Sometimes two times, each way!

Yeah since 11, I've been taking that city bus. All those years of intense bus ridding has lead me to this point. The point where I can now finally reveal some of the different characters that make up a London bus journey.

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Number 1: The paranoid traveller - This lady or fella will sit in front of you and continually keep looking around with a distressed and worried expression. They then go back to sitting normally. This is repeated every 2 minutes. They're not looking at anything in particular, they are just MAD! When they turn around and I'm looking forward I always just wanna say, "What!?". It'd be jokes.

Number 2: The seat colonizers - This cat takes up way too much space on the seat. They also like to leave their jacket on your 1/10th of the seat so when you sit on it they can pull it away and kiss their teeth. Note: If you can't kiss your teeth on a bus your nothing, so get practicing! You dun know Ima pro.

Another faction of the seat colonizers are the seat rejecters. These people will sit on the very edge of the seat next to you, even when there is plenty of space. When this happens its hard to not to question your hygiene. In most cases it's likely that's just the person's preferred perch. This character is quite rare it should be noted.

Number 3: The serial phone talker - For the whole journey this joker rabbits really loudly on their phone, sometimes in a language you don't recognize. When it's in English its rarely anything that deserves to be broadcast across the whole bus, so maybe that you can't understand what's being said is a blessing.

There are many other characters to be found, but that's all for now.

Fuck you, john varvatos.

I have to admit, I've always had a soft spot for fashion.

Maybe I cared a bit too much for it because I hung out with that sort of crowd (as described in previous posts).

Not to brag, I do have some marc jacobs, anna sui, and dvf wrap dresses in my collection that I sometimes wear.

There are designers like Anna Sui who have that perfect blend of bright colours and rock and roll in her clothes. This may sound weird, but I can hear the music in her clothes sometimes. Season after season, she never disapoints me with her collections. I love the decor of the store too. She has concert posters all over the walls. I've also admired her design of Ramones T-shirts. They're priced about 40 USD. It's a bit on the pricey side; but not grossly overpriced. Her dresses usually go for 400 USD, high quality and unique designs so I don't mind shelling out that much for a dress or two every season.

The other day, I went to whole foods on bowery to do some food shopping. On the way, I passed by 313 bowery. For those of you who don't know what 313 Bowery is, that was the address of CBGB, RIP. I had to do a double take. In place of it was the John Varvatos clothing boutique. The decor looked kinda rock and roll so I decided to see the place and check out the fashion. Within minutes, I was disgusted. I wanted to throw up in the store. When you first walk in, you see the remants of the old CBGB wall. Poor old CBGB's wall. To the left, near the entrance there is a small area that sells vinyl. I was looking through the vinyl they had, which was obviously used.. but they had a good selection of old school punk and classic rock. I was looking at some of the prices. OMG it was like WTF. A clearly used copy of Joan Jett's I love Rock and Roll was 40 dollars! for a used record? I also saw a Green Day 1039 smoothed out slappy hours on vinyl for 65 dollars. OMG SERIOUSLY?

What else did I see at John varvatos?? $750 USED Ramones T-shirts. 300 dollar used wrangler denim jackets with HOLES. 200 dollar converse sneakers. 400 dollar DRmarten style boots. I can go on but i think It would make everyone sick.

This is more of a disgrace to CBGB than anything. I wonder who in their right mind would pay all that money for records, used t-shirts, and converse? CBGB was never about the corporate mindset. Fuck CBGB's t-shirts were 20 dollars. Reasonable.

John Varvatos seriously needs to rethink his "tribute" to cbgbs at his store.

Because the $750 ramones T-shirt is just plain offensive.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/19/arts/music/19varv.html

Read that. stupid rich yuppies.
dead yuppies by agnostic front- good album.
Now I really get the meaning of Passion before fashion by h2o. This is just a bit too far.

Only in dreams

Recently I've been having some quite strange dreams.

Actually they haven't been that strange but very vivid. Two nights ago, I think it involved this guy from my course taking a car that I owned (in the dream) and driving it onto a sort of tube/train combination. Somehow the car fitted in the tube carriage and then tube pulled away. I then proceed to get on the next tube. I remember the platform of station was really slanted, and I wasn't very happy about the whole situation. That's all I remember from that one.

Last night I'm pretty sure Jo Wiley or someone that looked a bit like her was in it. The person was younger in the dream than Jo Wiley. I think I had a thing for her in the dream and she liked me back. That wasn't really the main crux of the dream but that's all I can remember now. The only other thing I can think of is a house that I think most of the dream took place in. For the record I have no particular feelings either way about Jo Wiley. It was a pretty good dream though.

Some cool dude was once talking to me about keeping a dream book. So when you wake up you write down what you dreamt before you forget. It's a good idea especially as my dreams are much more interesting and satisfying (even if bad things are happening) than my woken life.

The only problem with that plan is straight after waking up isn't the best time to be writing. Still I think I'll give it a go, who knows maybe I'll end up with a great book of dreams in a couple of weeks. Then I can get published. I won't have to look for a job any more, and eventually the book will get made into a film that I'd co-direct with Richard Linklater and cast Winona Ryder. We'd obviously get married soon after the film wrapped and live happily ever after.

You can't lose with dreams.

cops suck.

Wow the police really suck. I wonder why they would go after sam, he's harmless. It's SAM for bloody sake! A gum wrapper, really? They need to go after the real criminals. 

Anyway in America they aren't any better. They racially profile people for certain crimes- or believe that you might commit a crime. The most disgusting thing that has ever happened in New York was the case of Abner Louima. That was terrible. 

I was thinking about calling Sam-  Samolon rob Kaloubinson. Actually, that is hilarious. 

I still need a favourite football team. Someone give me one. Should I go with Man U like everyone else in the UK? Or West Ham United? 

I also wish I wasn't so smitten with a boy who lives across the pond. It's pure bollocks BECAUSE HE LIVES ACROSS THE POND! AHHHHH. sorry for that outburst. 

I hope my blog entries dont make me sound blate american. 

one day... i'll be british. hopefully. :/

Question Everything

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On a few occasions in my life, I've had encounters with the Police. Not one of these times has been pleasant and/or helpful. If I'm ever in trouble, if I've been jacked, had a knife cut me or something equally unpleasant the police are no where to be seen.

But when I walk down the street and change direction that is when I see the police. 10 of them jumping out of undercover cars, to search and question me about my motive for changing direction and throwing a gum wrapper in a skip. They also like to enquirer about which way I intended to stroll on an unplanned early morning walk, and then knock on my door to verify my 'story' with my family at 7am.

Other times when I've had something on me that maybe I shouldn't of had (in the eyes of the law - not mine), the police have confiscated it and then made totally inappropriate remarks about using my possessions at staff parties.

I feel its right (and a right) to question these people. Why are you doing this? Is that an appropriate 'joke' for you to make? Some people I know don't like when you talk back to the police or figures of authority. If I do I'm not doing it cause aggravation. If you feel something isn't right you should question it. It's really about trying to not let yourself be intimidated by some shinning lights and walkie talkies.

In another instance with them 'law enforcers' I was shoved against a wall and body searched for nothing more than sitting on a roof and then jumping off. There's not much to do in Catford. In fact there's nothing to do and no one to do nothing with, what's wrong with sitting on a roof?

I'm sure there are decent police officers out there, but so far I haven't encountered them.

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