19 Mar 2009

"I left the North
I travelled South
I found a tiny house
And I can't help the way that I feel
Oh yes, you can kick me
And you can punch me
And you can break my face
But you won't change the way I feel
'Cause I love you"

Finally, I got my iPod I've been promising myself for ages and sexy though it is I wouldn't take it out of the house until I'd got the screen protector and rubber S&M gimp mask for it. It stayed in my room ensconced for three days in it's original box as it if it were the ark of the covenant itself. It only emerged to be synced up with my iTunes. It is now as individual as I am with regards to all the stuff I've crammed on it. I've still only used about 20gb of it's 120gb capacity. It's just nice to not have to listen to some dumbass on the bus every time I want to travel to and from work. With comments like "my boyfriend made me tapioca last night, I don't know what was in it, but he put jam on it. It was disgustin' well it was alright but I didn't like it." I tell you sometimes it's just like travelling on a bus full of Mensa candidates. I haven't felt my I.Q drain away as quickly that since I was forced to watch "I'm a nobody get me back on the telly" when Mylene Klass won it. I suppose it was better than the blow by blow (if you'll excuse the unintentional pun) account of one girl's sexual encounter with her boyfriend who she only did it with because she seemingly didn't really like him apperently, not that I listened intentionally you understand but even the driver at the front was driving with his hands over his ears so as not to hear. I'll spare you the full extent of it, mainly because it's been so long for me now I've forgotten what most of the words mean. But it was not the sort of conversation you'd normally have had on a bus at full volume. What happened to women? Why have they stopped being nice? I blame the moment society started advertising for ... looks sideways and speaks quietly out of corner of mouth) ...'women's products' on telly. Once they started advertising those ... 'women's products' the floodgates opened (so to speak). Firstly, as I understand these things, once a month a lady would pour blue liquid into these ... 'women's products'... and then go horse riding, rock climbing and sky diving. Now, not content with that they have to be on telly talking in restaurants about being bloated and having hard stools.....well bloody move to a different chair then... or have I misunderstood again? If these people were men they'd just fart like a docker and laugh about it and/or come out of the toilet having 'unloaded breakfast' leaving teeth marks in the back of the door saying "If I were you I'd leave it for a few minutes" Problem solved. I miss those nice ladies that used to be on tv.
Anyway here's the music for you let's see what do I have in my magical sack (ooer) of music? Hmmm How about The Style Council - The Cost Of Loving, The Jam - Setting Sons and Bad Manners - Forging Ahead. Enjoy.

10 Mar 2009

"I'm writing this to say
In a gentle way
Thank You ...
I will live my life as
I ... want
For whether you stay
Or you stray
An inbuilt guilt catches up with you"

Hi Upsetterfans. Here's the thing, in the last few years or so I've gone through some changes. Some might say better late than never, be that as it may I'll let you in on one of the lessons learnt. I know this maybe futile as advice is often given but seldom taken. I know some people are going through a lot of stuff that seems important right now. I look at my Facebook and Myspace 'friends' and see the comments put up and I see they worry about this that or the other and for what? More grey hairs? Early baldness? The one main thing I've gained over the last few seemingly endless years is that none of it really matters. In the end whether you feel unloved or are out of work or think that you'll never get a girlfriend or anything like that doesn't matter. Only to yourself. Problems are only problems if that's all that you think about. I know that I didn't always think this way, you only have to re-read this blog for the last few years (if you dare) to see this. But I've come to realise that if I never get a relationship with that beautiful brunette lady who fills my heart with butterflies, stirs my loins and ties up my tongue, If I never get that Sunseeker yacht or Aston Martin DB9 and big house it doesn't matter to anyone but me no more than it would to me if a monkey gets eaten by a lion in Africa or a woman gets knocked over by a car in Japan. I tend not to worry about things that may not be. Don't get me wrong if the very nice lady that I like decided that she'd rather be with me than some bloke in a better job and a bigger bank balance then I'd naturally love it, obviously. Maybe in another life if the Buddhists are correct I'd get her and the life I'd want? Maybe, maybe not that's a lesson I'll hopefully have to wait a long time to find out about. I'll just sit back and have a cup of tea and know that they'll all miss out on the best and most loyal man they'll never know.....If that doesn't sound too conceited (I used to have an inferiority complex you know? I used to think I was the same as everybody else ;) )
Here's the music, firstly I've upped Prince Buster's Fabulous Greatest Hits, Then we have Pulp - Different Class, Various - Mojo presents Heavy Mod and lastly St. Etienne - Smash The System Singles 1990 - 1999. Enjoy them as much as I do when I do in my warehouse at work. (I.E Loud!!!!!!!!!!)

P.S If anyone hasn't already, go over to Cassettes & Chocolate milk and download the podcasts they are great.

8 Mar 2009

"And then you offer your one and only joke
And you ask me what will I be
When I grow up to be a man
Me? Nothing!"

It's strange how much my life has changed over the years only to stay the same. I mean here I am still single (not for a lack of wishful thinking) still relatively skint but at the time of writing I'm taking off my Harrington jacket, untying my Doctor Marten boots and untucking my Fred Perry polo shirt whilst reading an article about Jerry Dammers and The Specials. It could well be 1979 rather than 2009. I mean let's face it we had in 1979 an unpopular Labour Government, rising unemployment and hugely strained relations with Russia, the middle east and several African nations... what the hell am I on about? Sorry, it's nothing like nowadays is it? It's a shame but parties on both sides of the slightly rusty Iron Curtain seem to be fanning the embers of the still warm campfire of mistrust between the cold war adversaries.... ooh I must be on drugs. Wow that was a bit poetical like weren't it? Kind of Andrew Marr crossed with John Cooper Clarke (the only poet I could remember as I could not spell John Betjeman....quickly sidles over to wikipedia to check spelling) Oh I was right. Ooh that were a bit like Andrew Marr ... oh never mind. Anyway the thing I was getting at was we all try to escape our past (most of us) and end up standing still. Like a man rowing a boat for all he's worth thinking he's going far only to look around to see he's still tied to the dock. (Wow I've really been taking the metaphor pills tonight haven't I?) It must be one of those fish finger sandwiches I ate what with all it's Omega 3 blah blah blah. Brain food indeed sharks eat fish all the time and they aren't that smart.
Anyway the music this time is a couple from Morrissey - Viva Hate & Viva Hate Out Takes and a couple from Fun Boy 3 - Waiting & Fun Boy Three. Hope you enjoy them.