41 - Straight Outta Compton
I think I must be fundamentally, and inherently honest, which is a pain in the arse, or I would have just been £10 richer, bloke at The Shop just over-changed me, and before I could pull myself together, I 'fessed up. Fuck.
Good weekend? Good, me too.
Thursday night was good, well except for the 4 episodes of Jersey Shore The GF made me sit through, the issue I have is that it is just too distracting to read my book while its on, so I find myself watching it, but I would quite happily beat the living shit out of Paulie D, The Situation and Co (if they weren't massive and able to lace me all over). Anyway, since you've been on tenterhooks and I've been bombarded with emails and comments [not a fucking one] here is a picture of the pie, yes I've cropped the picture to hide the [very slightly] burnt crust, you do fucking better. It was good.
Friday, GF and I went to see Cemetery Junction. I may be a bit biased, but if I have seen a better, more complete film in the last six/seven years I don't recall it. It was almost faultless, it was funny & sad, cool & nerdy, had a fucking amazing soundtrack, including Led Zep, Roxy Music (song called Amazona, which I am now addicted too), Elton John (when he rocked). It reminded me of Dazed and Confused, the early Richard Linklater film. The 4 new stars were class, not your usual cunty young english actors either playing a cockney wide boy in some shit east end fuck up or trying to be Mr Fucking Darcy in some unbelievably boring period piece of shit. 9/10.
Sat/Sun did fuck all. Drunk to much Belgian beer on Sat, watched Dr. Who, it was ok, hope they didn't peak at the première, but think they might have. Then watched Batman Begins and Dark Knight, I was a bit critical of them when I first saw them, but I enjoyed them a lot more this time around. Sunday I watched the Grand Prix - through hung over eyes - slept and then I watched Shutter Island. I was a bit disappointed, it was nice to look at, well acted, had a great score, but I guessed the twist after about an hour, and got a bit bored during the middle third. It would be a good film for most people, but for a Scorcese I was disappointed.
Today has been even less productive, if that is possible (least I'm not wasting my two weeks off). Had grand plans, got a deadline to complete a whole redraft by the end of the month, now considering I have not touched the book since Feb 4th, that's a big ask, but I am off all this week, I can fucking do it....But... and this is not my fault, either I drank too much lager early doors today or I have the central heating up to high, as I felt a bit fucked up, so I watched 5 straight episode of The Sopranos instead, and now I'm having a break just got some fresh beer, and I'm sitting here now listening to T.Rex, Led Zep and Pink Floyd. I'll write tomorrow. GF is back soon. We'll probably go out again for dinner. That means another shower, perhaps a shave, my day is eaten up by admin...
As a footnote, I've mentioned that I've just nipped up The Shop, its only a two minute walk past some allotments, but on the way I saw some classy graffiti (stage right). A word on where I live, its a typical ex-mining village, couple of grocery shops, post office (and a shop that exclusively sells Darts and Vacuum Cleaner parts, fuck knows) anyway, the only ethnic minorities I've ever seen here run The Shop, their cool, and have a thicker accents than me. So the graffiti was a surprise, but I chuckled, as daft graffiti tends to make me.
To end, a couple of letters sent into to the always amazing Viz:
1. ACCORDING to the HSBC, the rudest thing you can do in Thailand is show the soles of your feet. What nonsense. On my last trip to Bangkok, I shat on a ladyboy's tits whilst his sister wanked me into their mum's hair.
2. TO CALL Dr. Harold Shipman 'Britain's Worst Serial Killer' is utter nonsense. With more confirmed kills to his name than any other UK-based murderer, surely Dr. Shipman is 'Britain's Best Serial Killer'. Someone like Colin Stagg who not only was arrested in connection with only one killing, but then turned out not to have done it in the first place, would qualify at the country's 'Worst Mass Murderer'.
Song (yeah it is).
No art today, don't think you fuck wits appreciate it if I'm being honest.
Good weekend? Good, me too.
Thursday night was good, well except for the 4 episodes of Jersey Shore The GF made me sit through, the issue I have is that it is just too distracting to read my book while its on, so I find myself watching it, but I would quite happily beat the living shit out of Paulie D, The Situation and Co (if they weren't massive and able to lace me all over). Anyway, since you've been on tenterhooks and I've been bombarded with emails and comments [not a fucking one] here is a picture of the pie, yes I've cropped the picture to hide the [very slightly] burnt crust, you do fucking better. It was good.
Sat/Sun did fuck all. Drunk to much Belgian beer on Sat, watched Dr. Who, it was ok, hope they didn't peak at the première, but think they might have. Then watched Batman Begins and Dark Knight, I was a bit critical of them when I first saw them, but I enjoyed them a lot more this time around. Sunday I watched the Grand Prix - through hung over eyes - slept and then I watched Shutter Island. I was a bit disappointed, it was nice to look at, well acted, had a great score, but I guessed the twist after about an hour, and got a bit bored during the middle third. It would be a good film for most people, but for a Scorcese I was disappointed.
Today has been even less productive, if that is possible (least I'm not wasting my two weeks off). Had grand plans, got a deadline to complete a whole redraft by the end of the month, now considering I have not touched the book since Feb 4th, that's a big ask, but I am off all this week, I can fucking do it....But... and this is not my fault, either I drank too much lager early doors today or I have the central heating up to high, as I felt a bit fucked up, so I watched 5 straight episode of The Sopranos instead, and now I'm having a break just got some fresh beer, and I'm sitting here now listening to T.Rex, Led Zep and Pink Floyd. I'll write tomorrow. GF is back soon. We'll probably go out again for dinner. That means another shower, perhaps a shave, my day is eaten up by admin...
As a footnote, I've mentioned that I've just nipped up The Shop, its only a two minute walk past some allotments, but on the way I saw some classy graffiti (stage right). A word on where I live, its a typical ex-mining village, couple of grocery shops, post office (and a shop that exclusively sells Darts and Vacuum Cleaner parts, fuck knows) anyway, the only ethnic minorities I've ever seen here run The Shop, their cool, and have a thicker accents than me. So the graffiti was a surprise, but I chuckled, as daft graffiti tends to make me.
To end, a couple of letters sent into to the always amazing Viz:
1. ACCORDING to the HSBC, the rudest thing you can do in Thailand is show the soles of your feet. What nonsense. On my last trip to Bangkok, I shat on a ladyboy's tits whilst his sister wanked me into their mum's hair.
2. TO CALL Dr. Harold Shipman 'Britain's Worst Serial Killer' is utter nonsense. With more confirmed kills to his name than any other UK-based murderer, surely Dr. Shipman is 'Britain's Best Serial Killer'. Someone like Colin Stagg who not only was arrested in connection with only one killing, but then turned out not to have done it in the first place, would qualify at the country's 'Worst Mass Murderer'.
No art today, don't think you fuck wits appreciate it if I'm being honest.
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