Red Pill/Blue Pill

Got quite a few posts in the ah...well....post, but had to get this one off my chest post haste.

I finally saw Hamell On Trial play 2 nights ago at Woodford. Previous posts should make it clear how I feel about the man, but to say his performance was amazing could well be the understatement of the year.

OK, that may be the overstatement of the year, but seriously, there is no way to describe the way it was and the way it made me feel.

It was so good, all other performances I have either seen since or will see in the future now seem redundant. I fear I've seen too much and can never return to my life as I knew it.

He's on tomorrow (31st) at 18:00 on the Club stage. If you can get there then GET there. And keep an eye out for me - I'll be the one screaming in the front row.

Come on Neo.

Follow the white rabbit.

Comedy:Thy Name Is Letterman

Girls Like That

Julio Inglesias - He just ain't scientific.

Any Given Day

Vox 1: "Hey check it out. I'm pretty awesome"

Vox 2: "Shut the fuck up you contemptable, ugly, tubby piece of shit"

Dr. Phil-Therapy For The Real World

Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine

Been having a funny kind of week, some if it funny funny and some of it just plain funny.

Started out with me visiting my local CD/DVD emporium. Clearly that's not all that funny, but as I gave the sales assistant my card to pay for my purchases, she noted out loud "Hey you've got a new card". She then followed up with a comment that, in noticing that I had a new card, either she worked there too often or I shopped there too much. I told her it was probably a bit of both, and walked out of the store feeling a little bit less cool than when I walked in (in case you are wondering, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the epitomy of uncool and 10 being cooler than cat shit, I walked in there feeling about a 3).

The office christmas party was a few days after that. I was hoping for some genuine scandal and out and out shenanigans but it was pretty tame. That's not to say a good time wasn't had by all - it absolutely was. Some people definitely gave new definition to the term 'going hard', and in all probability I made a bit of an ass of myself dancing to Sweet Child Of Mine. It was the second time in as many weeks that I went 'out', and that's probably enough for me for another 12 months.

2 nights ago I was making toasted sandwiches for dinner, and in honour of this momentus occasion, I decided to dust of my George Foreman grill (a fine appliance I must say, but it was literally covered in dust, having sat on the top shelf of my kitched bench for the better part of a year). Upon pulling it down from said top shelf, the power chord became stuck, but given that my hands were full just picking it up, I decided to reef to chord down, deducting that if I use enough force it will swing away from my body and not cause me any grief....The plan worked, with the chord swinging well away from my body, but on it's downward trajectory it landed smack bang in the middle of the sanwhich I had just perpared. Physics: 1 Me: 0.

Standing in my kitchen late last night I had the sudden realisation that I severely missed my grandmother, who passed away 21 years ago.



That was the week that was.