16 Dec 2010

"Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites Tal
Die Sonne scheint mit Glitzerstrahl"
So my dull job just got a little duller lately, the reason being two of my favourite people decided to leave for pastures new.  I can't blame them really I'd leave if I had the opportunity to do so.  Still, I must carry on regardless of how tediousl I find it.  The other day I actually got asked what colour chrome was.  I can feel my mental powers waning as I talk to these people.  Although my manager is no better as she doesn't believe that waning is a real word !?!  She thinks I made it up, honestly.  Mind you the woman claims never to have heard of Kevin Keegan so what could I expect?
'Tis the season and all that and despite my favourite co workers buggering off I'm quite getting into the spirit.  This year I've decided to rein in my spending and only buy small(er) gifts.  I wasn't expecting much from anyone and I have already received seven from my great big little sister.  Mind you I made it hard for everyone this year by buying all the FPS games on the PS3 for myself, currently swearing my way through Call of Duty:Black Ops and World at War on Veteran levels.  Glutton for  punishment I suppose, I've played Black Ops so many times in the last month that I lost count. Also Medal of Honour was one I've done on all levels too.  Basically I had a selfish year where I did and bought what I wanted instead of treating everybody else to the stuff I wanted.  I have taken exception to the sequences in Black Ops where they're in Vietnam but to my mind the sprites look thoroughly too modern in appearance.  besides which they are carrying far too much equipment for a humid climate like Vietnam.  Still that's the reason why my zombie landlord downstairs refuses to watch war movies with me, my military nit picking spoils my enjoyment somewhat.  I mean don't even get me started on the Battle of the Bulge film, or orange explosions from hand grenades ooh I could go on. but probably won't for fear of boring you (several years too late I fear). 

1 Dec 2010

"Ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
Its at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round,Ohh
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will but,
I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called malice.
Yeah"

Paul Weller

Good news everybody, my embargo of the Bournemouth Inter-nazi-onal centre is over.  Also it was a very successful night.  In complete contrast to the Madness gig the atmosphere was much better and despite my attempt to smuggle in my smaller camera I was too far away to get a good shot.
Mind you we were right in the gods' and right smack in the middle so good seats,especially as there was no one behind me, not a great fan of people behind me for some vaguely paranoid reason.  FIrst on were a band called Cow whom I quite liked but Jimmy was a little disparaging about, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Blunt, was his opinion but I'm not that clued up on James Blunt to tell the truth.  I bow to his superior knowledge in this regard.  Secondly were The Bees whom I was vaguely aware from their hit ( Chicken Payback), which was on BBC6Music more often than not a couple of years back.  ANyway they are going to go on my ipod as soon as I find the money to buy it on itunes (that's how much I liked the set), Already chuffed with the fact that the evening was a hundred times better than last year's Madness debacle.  Firstly I'd not been treated like a criminal and poked by security staff.  Secondly I wasn't bored due to the lack of support and having to sit for two hours listening to the tracks I already had on my Ipod. (Many people I subsequently heard were miffed at this),  The longest we had to wait was the twenty minutes as they cleared the Bees' equipment off the stage.  Once Mr Weller lit up the stage with his presence the night was an unbridled success. Most of the current album was given an airing with a few of The Jam and Style Council thrown in for good measure some of As Is Now and Stanley Road, although sadly for me no Changing Man were aired.  It was a long set for a man of Weller's age but not for his talent.  There was something for all present.  The light show was fantastic too and the two large screens either side of the stage which beamed bigger pictures for those of us with altitude sickness to see better.  it was a nice touch to have a camera crew doing this liek you see at the big festivals.  At one point Paul said that "Bournemouth was very quiet tonight what's the matter hadn't we had our tea?"  Well no, I hadn't thank you for asking.  It was my own fault though as I'd only stopped playing Black Ops long enough to cook dinner and watch Naaaaarch City trounce Ipswich town in the Old Farm derby.  But anyway I digress, as fans of this blog will know is a female digre, the gig was a success as I say.  I had an inkling that the people heading for the exits were gong to miss the third encore, rule of thumb if the house lights don't come on then the band is about to reappear, anyway  was right.  Almost literally the house was being brought down to rapturous noise whilst the opening refrains of Town Called Malice echoed around the balcony.  It is going to be one of my 'happy place' memories alongside the whole crowd at the first Madstock singing along to Come On Eileen.  I may work it into one of my books somehow.  I want to go and see Paul Weller again and more gigs, even at the B.I.C, Apparently my surprise christmas present is to be a Specials ticket  for 2011 but shhh don't tell me or I'll find out.  It'll be another first for me as I never saw them first time around.  All I want now is to get Big Audio Dynamite and the Housemartins to reform and I'll be happy.  The only downside is the lack of an item of merchandising, I couldn't find anything from all the t shirts that I wanted.  In fact I was hoping that there would have been an mp3 of the gig like at the Madness one last year but sadly not.  Still you can't have everything can you?  It took me half an hour to get my coat from the cloakroom so I'd have missed the last bus home if there'd been two queues to get through.  Anyway if you have tickets to see the tour I hope you have as much fun as I did and I hope you see as many brand new, just opened before the gig and not yet lived in fishtail parkas as I did.
One more card and it's 22
Unlucky 4 him again
He never had respect 4 money it's true
That's why he never wins
 Well, here we are again, another payday and another shit load of stuff to come from ebay, Amazon and Play.com.  I don't particularly need it but it is payday and I want it.  Besides I've made a lot of room by donating 60 or so books to the PDSA shop down the road.  There were so many that they had to send a van and two men.  Still it'll be good for the sick aminules.  
In other news I've reached nearly 41,000 words in my zombie story.  I'm going through a second draft at the moment.  I'm actually thinking of submitting it to a couple of publishers before I save up the £1,000 to get it self published.  Mainly because I have a job saving enough to cover my bank charges each month let alone save a grand.  Still I did manage to get my tv last year so maybe if I pull my finger out and stay off eBay etc.  
In other news my embargo with the nazi's at the Bournemouth International Centre is over with a great successful night watching Sir Paul of Weller.  It was my first time seeing him in any of his incarnations.  But when someone is as rabid a fan as my mate Jimmy you say no at your peril.  (More of a review of said gig next post).  Also I have reinstated Madness to my itunes, but sadly not my iPod yet.  This is due to the fact that I'm now using my 10" notebook as a main computer being as the one I bought from my workplace broke and the manufacturer's warranty was over a year before I bought it.  Bloody Maplins!!!  So anyway with this and the Hong Kong company not sending me the bit for my computer I needed to read the old hard drive I've not gotten around to the laborious task of transferring my itunes library.  Why do computer's only ever fuck up when you've got them just how you like them?  Still I'll treat myself to a big proper sized laptop after Christmas.  Providing I don't quit my job like two of my favourite people there.  Still at least they've escaped to better things, me?  i'm stuck there with new staff who are an unknown quantity and staff I've worked with before whom I don't want to work with.  I remember when work was fun.
But anyhow It will give me the impetus to escape myself.   Right I'm off to listen to the new Mark Ronson album and write this Paul Weller review.