Morning Motherfuckers....
Monday it is. Another week, another peek into the lives of the well and truly ordinary. If you don't have a "Strutter bubble" then get your hands on one damn quick because the dire and feeble folk from the land of mediocrity are closing in and coming for us. That's right, chuck a few slags and a camera into the depths of the jungle for entertainment, (I'd rather poke my eyes out with sweetcorn skewers than watch that shit - and no - even Malcolm McClaren hasn't swung it for me), rinse people of every spare bit of cash and dignity they have left whilst charmingly convincing them that it's their own brother's faults, take away people's right to smoke, shag or have a fucking party in peace and what are you left with? A fucking dull time man.
Shut up Kiria - sorry folks - funny shit happens to my brain when I get up early. Unfortunately this morning I switched on the news for a double wallop of crap.
Hope all had a lovely weekend.
I went to the Hat Party on Saturday with Rubbergirl. We decided to best make full use of the Cross before it closes in December. (No doubt to make way for more offices or flats or dreaded Topshops) And as I missed The Sex Pistols on Friday due to unforeseen and rather exciting circumstances - no I am not sorry in the slightest, I felt up for a 'lil shake of the old booty....
Anyway, after standing in the cold for nigh on an hour WITH invites, one started to feel it was not going to be the greatest of all parties - which - it wasn't. I guess after Space in Ibiza we were probably set up for a fall.... Saturday's fat finger of blame was largely pointed at a number of rather large, burly bouncers who spent the evening throwing their own, and at one point other people's weight around the place. Ah man, I can't even be arsed to go into it, but lets just say we were less than amused. I think things have gone far too far on the "keeping people controlled" front. Bring on a London riot I say. I'll be in the front line.
On a lighter note I'm now watching the Tellytubbies and it's really rather cute. Thinking about it I wouldn't mind a part time job on that show. Running about squawking in a cuddly bear suit going "LA LA" looks like quite a fun job. Could be worse. Maybe my suit could be lined in Rubber or summit. Hell, no I don't mean it in a pervy way damn it, it's a kids show but I mean I don't sweat - oops - I mean "glow" in Rubber, and I reckon you might get pretty hot in there. Actually, thinking about it more I think I'll stick to playing the guitar. I hope you are breathing sighs of relief right now.... ;-D
Right. I am definitely up too early, I best get a bit more kip going on before I attack the day. Maybe I'll be able to talk straight later. Write me more will ya? Maybe I can just answer questions, it's easier and I can blag my answers which means thinking less.
Bye for now....
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