Saturday, 30 June 2007

I Appear To Have Regressed About 9 Or 10 Years.

I blame "My So-Called Life".

It seems to have sent me back to being a teenager again. I pretty much hated it the first time round, I'm not happy about it rearing it's ugly head again. I've even started getting spots again. Spots! At 26!

Fuck's sake.

Friday, 29 June 2007


I really feel I should write something on here coz I've been a bit lax recently. But I can't really think of anything.

I have been trying to write a questionaire to post on MySpace. It's harder than I thought coz I'm trying to make it unique and not the same old shit you get on all these. I want it to be suitably Axl style. I set myself a target of 20 questions. I've managed to get it up to 18. Some of them I'm very proud of.

I'm on Mostly just to prove that my music taste is better than everyone elses. I'm not sure if this will work or be proven.

This is pretty damn lazy, but I'm gonna paste in my last MySpace blog:

"The Walk Off and my body.

So yes. Last night I went to see The Walk Off. As ever they were totally fucking awesome and made me dance like a retarded child. Nothing new there then. However I would like to suggest that their gigs should come attached with health warnings. I have 2 fag burns on my arms, my hands hurt from punching the ceiling and my nose really hurts from accidentally headbutting Bevan, Alice and Clare. And my neck hurts from throwing my head around so much.

Totally awesome set from them though.

However subsequent embarassment and then me making a total tit of myself means that I am never going out ever again. Yes, it's a hermits life for me from now on. You may say that's a bit emotionally retarded, but then I do have a penis. So there.

So byeeeeeee."

I've been raving about The Walk Off since, well since February basically. They never disappoint. They are amazing. I fucking love them.

I'm going to eat soup and malteasers now. But not together. And I won't eat a beard. But I will eat mackerel. I'm going now before I start to describe chewing.

Thursday, 21 June 2007

Hello. I can't sleep, so I'm going to write a bit in an effort to tire my brain out and pass into a state of dreamy sleepy nighty snoozey snooze.

So, a couple of things.

1. I can't sleep because I'm still wired after my 12+ hour shift putting out the July sale stock. What fun. Yes, after the laughably hopeful estimate by our manager that we would be finished by 7 (HA!! As if!), I infact signed out at 22:20, in such a bad mood that I didn't even want to go for a drink. Now I can't sleep. It is a fact that annoys me.

2. I think I have a mosquito bite on my bum.

3. I must be tired, I've totally forgotten what I was gonna write here.

4. Last night's Permanent Vacation gig featuring Fuck Buttons headlining with support from Divine Coils & You're Smiling Now But We'll All Turn Into Demons was awesome. Fuck Buttons especially played an amazing set that was part noise, part drones, part dance, part minimal composition. All good.
My ears are still ringing, but I have almost all of my hearing back I think.

5. I am really sick to death of the battle of Axl's head. On one side there is the Hayfever which means the outside world makes it go a bit crazy. On the other side there in the Asthma which means that, as my room seems to get very stuffy (probably due to the sheer amount of crap that's in here), leaving my window shut makes it go a bit crazy. It's a no win situation. My only weapons are allergy pills and a fan to keep the air in my room constantly circulating. Don't ask me why that helps, I don't know.

6. Do my eyes decieve me, or has Matt Riley finally got round to posting a new blog entry?

Final thought: "It's all about the fucking goose now man."

Thursday, 14 June 2007

"Umbrella" by Rihanna

That song's about her vagina, right?

Sunday, 10 June 2007

One Of The Ways That We Show Our Age

The other day a friend of mine said of a group of people, "They're like a bunch of grandads, sitting around listening to drones." Immediately in my head I thought. "That's what I do.", followed by "Fuck. Another sign that I'm getting old."
Coz I love sitting around listening to drone music. I'm doing it right now.
It didn't occur to me that this could be to do with age though. But I would never have listened to Stars Of The Lid when I was younger. It would have probably bored me. Now, I'm listening to them thinking "Fuck, this is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard."
When the shop closed today I sneaked on the new Orbital live album that comes out tomorrow, and I couldn't stop smiling. Which was fine until suddenly I found myself thinking "They don't make them like this anymore."
ARGH! FUCK OFF, OLD MAN WHO HAS SUDDENLY TAKEN OVER MY BRAIN! I was meant to go to The Cellar last night, but instead chose the much quieter option of instead going home to eat some food, then go back to the Star for a quiet drink with no physical excersion. OLD MAN! My hair is getting more grey. OLD MAN! On Friday night I got really drunk and had a pain in my kidneys on saturday morning. OLD MAN! I prefer working in the Classical & Jazz department to the other shop floor departments at work. OLD MAAAAN!
What next? Am I gonna start listening to Country, wearing sock suspenders and taking cod liver oil? In years to come will I be buying compilations called "00Heaven." featuring the cream of the double zero decade when music was exciting and not like what you kids are listening to now with your post-sub-field-arse-rock or whatever the kids are listening to in 2030?

Roll on The Walk Off gig later this month. They make me dance like a child. That'll make me feel good again.

Wednesday, 6 June 2007

My Head...

Is incredibly big right now.

Pippa, you truly fucking rule. xx

Tuesday, 5 June 2007

Axl Is A Pussy.

In the last couple of days I've heard a friend of mine say something totally unnecessary about another friend of mine and been really pissed off about it but said nothing to them. I've also had a colleague say something that I find appalling and have serious moral issues with but once again I have said nothing. I can only conclude that I am a pussy, and, in the first case, a bad friend. I could still call them up on it, but I won't. Because I'm a pussy.

Sorry for that self-indulgent paragraph. I'll be more entertaining next time.