" It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry"
I'm now at that stage in my life where I see kid's fashion and think "That just looks shit." The ones that really make me laugh are the 'emo' kids, whatever the hell an 'emo' is I dunno and more to the point I don't care, but I digress. They have all the dress sense of a Japanese housewife crossed with a manga character and a slightly gay goth in a sort of bizarre Jeff Goldblum in 'The Fly' transporter accident. Some of them are truly bizarre, like they were halfway through a haircut suddenly remembered a life or death appointment and crashed the car into a jumble sale on the way home. Other people that piss me off are the ones that have the waistband of their trousers under the bumcakes. Get a fucking belt people. I don't want to see a crack of some blokes arse when I turn a corner in my shop just because you want to see something on the bottom shelf, we have somewhere to park our bikes. I keep wanting to go up to them and hoist their trousers up and say in a stern manner "You dress properly young man or I shall have words with your mother" Whilst wagging my finger at them. There was a girl the other day looking at the batteries with about six inches of bum crack showing, I nearly played 'arse cake darts' with my pen but thought better of it. And to think that 100 years ago you were considered a slut if you showed too much ankle. I used to despise the 'chavs' around the area, what with their pastel coloured baseball caps perched on the back of their heads, with the hem of the tracksuit tucked into the white sports socks but now I just laugh at them with their ugly dogs, also the animals they hang around with. Mind you I suppose some thought has gone into the outfit as it's ideal for the purpose it was designed for, running away from the police/shop security. I get to carry the security radio around with me all day at work (joy) and it can get quite exciting at times, just like some radio drama. If it's not chavs it's big issue sellers being watched and followed all day. Bournemouth for some unknown reason seems to be inundated with Big Issue vendors at the moment. None of them have seen soap for a while, which beggars the question why try to convince me that you are trying to decide whether to purchase the portable dvd player for £100 or not? Personally I follow them around like a cleaner version of their own shadow until they take the hint and fuck off. I mean if you have £100 to spare, (which I doubt), Then try walking down the hill to superdrug spend £20 on soap and such and use the other £80 on maybe the first step in sorting your life out? Just a thought (a surprisingly right wing thought... for me anyway). Instead you waste my time in making me follow you around so that I can't serve other customers you know the ones that had a bath this side of oooh let's be generous and say Christmas. I'm certain that if they had been around Hitler would have added Big Issue sellers to his 'Shit list'....Hmmmm there is an empty shop across the road from us. I wonder if the Prince Of Wales Trust would give me a grant in setting up a gas chamber? Maybe not but I'm pretty certain the Duke of Edinburgh would fork out from his own pocket.
Anyway enough middle aged (sigh) rantings here's the music. Firstly I've upped a shedload of my latest vinyl rips (list in comments) and I've posted a couple of great albums firstly Legalize It by Peter Tosh and David Bowie's Heroes.
P.S. Sorry for the lengthy delay.... I now have a PS3. With you've guessed it Star Wars Lego on it....well it does have extra levels and characters... and a PSP with Medal Of Honor Heroes 2 on it so I'm pretty muched fuck as far as social contact goes.