"The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down."
I went to Poole for what seemed like the four hundreth time in three weeks. What with my ECDL course and job interviews as well as my trips to Paradox and the boiler room. I was early for this particular job interview so I hung around on the quayside which I haven't been to for ages. It's all nice around there now with big waterfront flats and coffee shops etc. Not like the Pub/amusement arcade craphole it used to be. For all you women out there (if there are actually any that read this) there is a huge posh shoe store there. I tried to win the lotto but I only needed to get 4 more numbers so I'll not be buying a flat there this time. Maybe next week? Anyway the interview went well (I think) only the postman will tell. I've had two 'Unfortunately' letters this week alone. I have come to the conclusion that God (if he/she/it exists) is a cat and I'm his/her/it's ball of string. There I am trying to be as happy as I used to be. When whilst out in the town doing my doings I'm almost run down by a car with a number plate that resembles the name of the unrequited love from last year. Then I went on my course to learn how to use PowerPoint properly when it turns out the woman running it is a friend of hers. "Oh you must know ...." she says when I talk to her about where I'd seen her before (in my previous employ) "mmmm" I said suddenly not as enthusiastic for conversation as I was a minute beforehand. I expect a text may have been sent saying "I had Mike on my course who used to work with you." and a tirade of abuse being sent back. Next week I shall attend the other parts of the course. The tutor will say "I have a message from ...." at which point she will smack me around the head with a piece of wood like a WWF wrestler." Tsk, women! On a brighter note I found it gratifying to find out I was the brigthest one in the room on this course. When I arrived I got talking to this other woman who was doing the course too and she stated that she was "scared stiff of computers and was completely stupid and couldn't learn anything about them". I said "Oh no I expect you know more than you realise."..... Later in the day I excercised my right to change my opinion on the matter. Still, she did buy me a coffee as some idiot left his money behind on my computer table. Then I went and sat in the park and enjoyed the peace, quite and squirrels. If anyone is in the area and they either need a restaurant and/or a haircut then Parkstone is the place for you. The entire perimiter was surrounded by shops 80% of which where either restaurants or some sort of haircutting place. Still the squirrels seemed happy until the criminal moron element turned up from the probabtion centre down the road and made loud noises. Mind you the toddler and her mum that sat besides me didn't seem phased so I suppose the chavvy scum will escape my gas chambers when I take power (the yobs not the mum and child, they were nice). The child even seemed to want me to share her sausage roll, but as it was covered in baby saliva I declined thanfully. Still at least you get out and see the world and it's inhabitants I suppose? Like the old man (pictured above) who had his shorts pulled right up under his chin almost so that the shape of his 'man marbles' were clearly visible to all. Fortunately we all were able to avoid eye contact but the same could not be said for the poor girls sat at the bus stop as the old man tried to read the timetable. Eye level is all I'm saying. It was either an education or a traumatising ordeal, only they could say. It may have been as disgusting to them as following the garishly dressed fat woman was for me. I wasn't sure whether she was wearing lycra but it certainly hugged her in all the wrong places. In anycase the her bum was eating her shorts as if it were a Tortoise eating a lettuce leaf.
Nevermind, here's the uploads for you. We have a requested Jam bootleg repost called It's A mod mod mod world. Then we have Annie Nightingale presents Y4K some dance music and stuff, I only bought it for the Orb featuring Alan Parker - Grey Clouds which is a comedy cover of Little Fluffy Clouds. Then you asked for it and I finally went and bought it Raiding The Vaults vol 2:Stiff rarities and oddities.