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haven't you got homes to go to?
all the people out doing silly things like socialising and having fun. Pfft. WE'LL SHOW 'EM.
now i remember why i'm here...
from dodgy st paddy's day shenanigans, which were ended early by a fire alarm. godamnit.
[no social ventures for me while it's like THE FUCKING ARCTIC CIRCLE OUT THERE]
and writing reviews. mmm, adjectives.
i just write notes - fragments, phrases, words that occur to me, until i start to find myself writing full sentences. and then i wrestle with it for three hours.
i tried doing a review after a gig once, making notes while still drunk. was when i saw the fall.
its safe to say when it came to typing it up i had two a4 sheets full of notes, about ten words of which were legible
i reviewed sigur ros' brixton show on the envelope that the tickets came in. about 800 words crammed over each other on both sides in biro, written in the dark, balancing it on my hand in the middle of a dense crowd. and then at some point i lost the envelope. when the lights came up i had 4 of the security men and 3 of my friends scouring brixton's scummy beery floor looking for my review. found it though :D albeit somewhat dirty and ..er...fragrant. got the review done though. go me.
of a girl i like. shes acting strangely aloof and i dont know what to do. lord im confuzzled
im going to bed
I've been mixing tracks and now I've stopped and looked in through the square window to see the very late shift
hello very late shift
outdoors -2.7 C
indoors 20.7 C
so, no - I'm snug and warm
lol im still here. errrrr. oh i am silly
errrr. what..errrrr. arghhh lol
yeah. ho did i get homo tonight?? i have completely forgotten everything, ever.
or 2. trying to put my daughter back to sleep...
dis = a good place for drunken ramblings