The suicide life

You think you get under,
old monsieur's lib.
And try to imagine,
all the things that he did.

You don't know where,
I'm gonna go.
You don't know where,
I'll go.

I'm gonna go bravely,
into the night.
I'm so tired of living,
this suicide life.
That ain't no reason,
to live.

Wake up in the night,
and think of all the years.
Falling from the ceiling,
covering your ears.

You don't know how,
you're gonna get out.
You don`t know how,
you'll get out.

I'm going to brave me,
into the night.
I'm so tired of living,
this suicide life.
That ain't no reason,
to live.

Call up your best friends,
and tell them a lie.
You've got to be kidding,
I'm not really high.

I don't know where,
I'm gonna go.
I don't know where,
I'll go.

I'm going to brave me,
into the night.
I'm so tired of living,
this suicide life.

But that ain't no reason, to live...


-Mr E,
The Eels.

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The eels (rocktoons.com)

The liver is evil and must be punished

...and we all know what that means

It seems that this is the idiom that I have been living my life to over the last couple of days (by couple of days I mean, of course, two-and-a-half weeks).
One unfortunate side-effect however is that your wallet seems to take the brunt of any punishment that's being handed out.


But, as Fleetwood Mac once sang, oh well.


Before I go, a quick challenge to anyone who reads this post:
look at the time-stamp and tell me what the hell I'm doing outta bed.

Rumours of my demise have been greatly exagerated

I know that my posts are now intermitent at best, but that doesn't mean that I'm dead.

I am merely without my computer, which is a pity 'cos the house I'm in has an unlimited 2 megabit broadband connection.
Poo!

I do occasionally use a computer in one of the university's computer rooms, but they just don't allow for any fancy stuff like posting pics, so I'm sorry that my blog is so bland just now.

Anyway, I just thought I should address these rumours before the press got a hold of them.

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Peace out.

Some funny shit

thespark.com is no longer, but do not fret for the hilariously funny tests that they used to haost have been relocated to their new site.

Enjoy.

Gus's Blog

As you may remember, from such posts as:

"Oh woe is me"
and
"Gus's site"

I have a friend (wow, shock, horror) called Gus, and he has a site.
Well, it turns out he has a blog as well.

Obviously, it goes without saying or viewing that it ain't a patch on mine, but it's nice to be able to view another blog and know who the hell the person who writes it is.



Anyway, that's all for now.

Location, location, location...

It turns out that I'm gonna stay in York for most of the rest of the holidays.

This is a decision reached by my lack of employment back home (although, so far, I haven't had much more luck down here).

So, for all you die-hard groupies out there (yeah, that's you Gus) I won't be back home any time soon.
Anyway, to all my friends; feel free to visit, just text me in advance.

Proper Fuct

Here are just a few of the ad campaigns used by Fuct, a self-confessed cult and makers of top-class garments for people who don't mind if they insult their fellow human beings.

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Peace in the Middle East, Middle West, and Middle North.

But not the Middle South.
Fuck them.

Forever Changes

The Evil Eye Lounge.
The single greatest cocktail bar in the world.

A must-visit if you're ever in York.