I know I shouldn’t …
… but i like myself better when I’m drunk. To quote Whisky Galore -“”it’s a well known fact that some men were born two drinks below par.” – you tell ’em, Compton.
A bottle of red wine and I’m the man I want to be. I’m angry and bitter about all the things I should be and I don’t really care what the world thinks. Isn’t that what blogs are supposed to be?? Bile from the heart of your gut about absolute shite?
I’m coming to the conclusion that I have nothing to say, but that’s hardly a disadvantage in the blog-o-sphere, is it? Is there anything on this site that hasn’t been said a million times before with a million times more panache and clarity?
pah, are you starting?? are ye?? eh?? I’ll take yer all on. Come ahead – square go in the waste ground behind the Asda. now. ya bam. hic.
Sitting on the sofa with the laptop on top of my lap (which is apparently a Bad Idea) and thinking why the fuck is MTV full of bastard adverts?? there’s a shit load of music out there, which needs to be heard, by bands whose management companies would surely pay to have it played so why the hell am I seeing yet another commercial for beauty products?
Then again, flicking channels, I’ve just got to that god awful cover of “Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before” and suddenly another advert for fucking shampoo seems less offensive.
John Peel once said (he fucking did, I have it on tape) “people often ask me if they should cover songs by the Velvet Underground and I tell them ‘I shouldn’t bother if I were you’ “. That goes times a million for ANYTHING by The Smiths. Did you really think you could improve it? Really?? I admit that the Trash Can Sinatras version of ‘I Know It’s Over’ brings a lump to my throat at least as well as the original but that’s the exception not the rule.
ahhhhhh, I may well delete this post tomorrow when i’m sober, ignoring my (stolen) maxim of “never apologise, never explain” but we shall see. Tell me if I should zap it or if this is the way forward. go on. go interactive. DO SOMETHING.
Come, repeat after me:-
“i’m as mad as hell and i’m not going to take this anymore”