"yeah so like what
going back to derby is like shoreleave?"

One for you and two for me

I think I’m going to start using this more than blogspot. It’s easier to work anyway.

I’m moving back to Leicester one week today. I have not packed, furthermore I have no idea what I want to pack.

I have a dilemma of whether to take my xbox back or not. If I do I will probably be more sociable and be less bored at uni, yet bored out of my skull when in Derby. If I don’t take it I’ll spend more time working and doing more productive things, yet when I come back I will have something to keep me occupied when Mary is busy.

Then there’s the dilmemma of general items to be packed, of which I am drawing a blank right now. I am sure I’ll survive.

I miss the way Uncle Axl used to blow a whistle during Nightrain live.

Speaking of which, what a fucking joke Reading was. You book a band that turns up late 90% of the time then throw a hissy fit when they do. Pulling the plug isn’t very rock and roll is it you morons? Seriously, what the fuck happened to music? Pete Doherty does heroin once or twice and gets thrown into rehab and everyones all OMG WHAT A WILDMAN. Don’t get me wrong he’s like 200 times as wild as me, but compared to music in the 60’s through to mid 90’s its tame as fuck. Do we live in a society now where everyones so scared of being sued that everyone goes to bed after playing a show?

Its not even that I’m condoning the behaviour, it’s just that it makes for better music/songs. Just look at “Love Me Do” by The Beatles and compare it to “Helter Skelter” that was written ten years later. Drugs and excess = better music. As childish as it seems.

Summertime Suicide

Yesterday morning I thought I woke up with an epiphany. I was actually just feeling sorry for myself. And outside.

The sleeping outside thing has resulted in me getting a cold, and now everywhere aches. Which is annoying.

The new Murderdolls album is rearing its head in a few days. What I've heard so far is brilliant. Campy fun in the best way possible. It's almost worth me cracking out the black nail polish, eyeliner and hairspray in celebration. Almost.

Marys away this week. And I have so much I need to get done. I am determined that I will. Usually when Mary goes away I make a big list of things to do then play on my xbox.

The guitar playing has temporarily stopped, as i have a cut on my first finger on my left hand makes holding down a fret too painful. Well, not too painful, but I'd still rather now, yannow?
Im too tired to write. I'll update properly in the week. I imagine.

"knowing my luck, Student Finance will chunder everywhere and David Cameron will fly away on his Death Star, taking all required funds with him. It’s highly likely."

"ok yeh you win,
but only when he was young."

Everyone succumbs to uncle Axl eventually.

I didn't mention I dont think that I've started playing guitar properly. I say properly, I've just been doing finger exercises for several hours each day. Dabbled in riffs from some songs I like, and have started trying to learn Nightrain properly, sans solo.

Its going well-ish. I'm amazed I've stuck with it actually. I usually start off by throwing myself into something for a few days and then give up, but it's been nearly a fortnight now with this.

Nikki Sixx

"The only problem we had was that my dick didn't seem to be aware that she was there. She kept asking me what was wrong, and I was so out of it that I thought she meant what was wrong with the world, so I started talking about global poverty and shit."

Moving out doesnt really seem like an appropriate title anymore. Given that I moved back in about 3 months ago. I am about to move back out though. So who knows.

I should probably do something with the layout of this blog, knock something up on photoshop or something like that.

I havent given up on my new years resolutions, but I'd be lying if I said I cared anymore.

Havent blogged much cus I've been all over the place, Leeds, Peterborough and Abergele to be more precise. Its part of my conscious effort though to be more outgoing, although I'm still not sure thats a good idea. When I'm in my comfort zone I'm aggresive and arrogant, if I get used to being out of said comfort zone chances are I'll be like that all the time.

My love letter to Uncle Axl appears to have paid off, as I now have tickets to see the beautiful fucker in Birmingham this October. Funds permitting I shall be following him to Manchester as well. No idea how Im getting to any of these gigs, or back from them. Its hard enough to get a train from a gig anyway due to the late finish, but when you factor in Uncle Axls penchant for turning up over 2 hours late, its hard to imagine catching one back.

Leeds was erm, lets say elevating. Was good to catch up with Jay and eat for 3 days straight. There was a definite element of rock and roll about the whole thing, although alcohol consumption was kept to a minimum, there were plenty of other distractions and rock and roll to keep us busy the whole time, when we werent sleeping that is.

Peterborough was a different kettle of fish altogether. What the fuck does that phrase even mean?

Anyway, yeah, a lot more civilised, as you'd expect as I was staying with my Auntie and Uncle who are closer to 40 than 20. Surprisingly though the whole time was pretty much spent dossing around shooting the shit, which was a pleasant surprise. We ventured to Cambridge one day, and it was erm, nice.

Moving back to Leicester three weeks today. The summer has flown by. I should really start getting the books and whatever required. Ah well, plenty of time for that.

Will probably blog properly tomorrow/monday.