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football is not a metaphor for life
Moderately well known comedian, and some time column-writing satirist David Quanick, talking about football on radio 5, had something to say on the best goals in football, that has stayed with me for the last decade. When Stan Collymore fluffed a shot, a
Capital City
Trapped by a city to which I claim ownerhsip.
Straight talking.
DrownedinSound used to be about music and people used to talk about music and writing and music and emo and bands they liked and music. Mostly music. It was not a scene.
metamorphosis
And now it's here. I've felt the winds of change since I started writing here. Always with an air of hopefulness and expectation. And now it's here; it's starting. (No wait: I know I've been vague. I'm writing a cryptic puzzle of detail and no gr
mood = smoking alone at night. after meeting people.
I like being a alone at the end of a night. I dont know what that says about me. Maybe that I like being alone at the end of the night. It's true. More or less. Usually mostly less. But, for now, mainly more. I need to reassess everything. Brigh
Listen up! What's the time?
Edinburgh Festival. I can't concentrate on anything. I've attended two plays, two gigs, two comedy shows, and that Tao Drumming thingh everyone's Auntie says is really good. And what do I remember? Llareggub, as Dylan Thomas might have said, forward
mood = awake in the morning again
Oh by the way, I'm smoking again. I never intended on giving up properly, but I didnt even make it much past the two week mark. I suck.
mood = black and white but never gray
Change. Happens. This year has disappeared too fast. I'm starting doing things I've always thought of, but resisted. Like, I had my hair cut short last week. At a hairdressers. That's not a barbers: Not a supermarket: a fucking hairdressers. £30.
Still not smoking
I sit here surrounded by cds and books. Cds and books ive bought over the last three months but not properly listened to or read. If I still lived with my parents I'd disappear into a darkened room, sleep through the day, and listen and read and think a
smoking, not smoking
Crablin is giving up smoking today. I am too. There was no planning or preparation involved in my giving up though. I felt bad about the amount I smoked over the weekend - a pack of 20 sitting by the computer.. if i'd been in the pub twice that wou
obsessively listening to music like an 80s fanzine writer
Sometimes there are songs that make you want to stop whatever you're doing, play them on repeat, forget everything: hopes, ambitions, disappointments. Till you're feeling like you're 8 years old and kicking a football in parks and afternoons that go on f
Edinburgh
This is the nicest day I've been out in for 2 years. Baking sun with a refreshing straight wind; instead of the bitter uniquely hair-styling curveball wind that usually whips around Edinbrughs streets. Tourists everywhere on Princes Street, in shorts an
too sad to be twee, too happy to be emo
Went to REM and Belle and Sebatian last week. Both in Glasgow. I hate Glasgow. Mainly in an East Coast half-ironic, wholly-jealous way, but it's a pose I've adopted so long I'll never be able to shake it. I'm always amazed as to how far the West Coa
mood = on edge without edge
Normally walking down Lothian Road is really awkward for me. I always seem to be walking in the other direction to everyone else; the pavements are wide enough to accomodate bus stops and office workers rushing home but little else. Today, I was walki
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Kebabs on the way home are not fox-like. Kebabs sober are not nice; fortunately a few drinks have made this one taste better.
Mood = moderate rock
Sometimes you want to be a hedgehog and curl up into a ball: a rather pathetic defenceless ball; but a spikey ball of fur all the same. Fortunately, today I feel much more vulpine. This does not mean I'll be raking through bins and dismembering small r
Blog Entry 1
Mood: Emo I almost listened to dashboard confessional yesterday. This depresses me. On the positive side, I resisted, so I'm not going too far down the emo road. I even went to the pub instead of watching the OC. Ah good old sociablility...
