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.
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