Some random stuff. Number one: I forgot all about the Commonwealth Games when calculating the length of my Summer of Sport-watching. We're starting off with the ogling at swimmers events, hurrah. If Michael Jamieson needs consoling over his lacklustre performances, I'm available. In other sports stuff the mighty St Johnstone survived to fight another day in Europe midweek. Wasn't at the game, but I live not far from the stadium, so with the patio door open on a still night I was following it by crowd noise. Penalty shootouts are even good that way. Number two: Have some Mogwai. You're welcome. Number three: A little gem from Banj's inbox greatest tits, upss sorrrryyy:) greatest hits; I was gonna say!! do u think to put on the market :))? Yes, very good *slow clap* Nothing much else to report popo-wise, or nothing I particularly feel like sharing right now anyway. Number four: Have some Arab Strap. You're welcome. Number five: There is no number five.
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Let me introduce you to my mortal enemy: This little bastard is very fond of laying its eggs in this: Which means that lucky me gets to deal with these all fucking summer long: Luckily, boiling water kills the fuckers, but boiling water, plus cat food, plus fly eggs and/or maggots depending on how quickly I get to it plus a strong sense of smell - well, breakfast wasn't quite as nice on the way back up as it was going down.
And thanks to the fabulous layout of my house, it's either die from a lack of fresh air, or put up with fucking flies fucking invading the place every fucking day. Roll on autumn. In tribute to Germany winning the World Cup (which I totally said was going to happen, go me), I've been listening to Can and Neu since the game finished. Because why not. And now, to kill two sporting reference birds with one stone, I'm going to leave this here. Enjoy. Was somebody expecting a hitch-free wedding? *whistles innocently*
Just for the record, though diary entries may claim it was just Mason who wasn't there, it was both of them. Fleeing for the hills, or a nearby restaurant anyway. Meanwhile, in other news... yeah, that's about it really. Oh, except that Avant (the reinvented Moist Gusset pretending to be classy) had their first gig as a duo and it was a bit shit really. Not wasting perfectly good new songs on gigs with tanked fame, they can wait a bit. So basic, shitty, old song gigs to get back into the swing of things, then the vague competence shall be unleashed. |
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