Man, these people suck

So, we go to this pub called the parrot because all drinks are £1.50 on a Monday. And fucking Numa Numa comes on, and people go wild. Like Ozzy Osbourne has just walked into the building wild. And I find myself thinking… ‘are people really this shit?’

They played M.C. Hammer too, to incredible reception. In fact the whole night through there was only really two half-decent songs – Smells Like Teen Spirit (clearly so commercial that the M.C. Hammer crowd can enjoy) and some old trance track by Alice DJ that I only really like because I used to listen to it in Jillys (dance hour) when I was on pills.

Are people really this shit? The sad answer is yes. Half-drunken moan, over and out.

The Sunday Review: Sun Dial – Other Way Out

What the hell?

Yeah, that’s what you’ve all been saying. Not just the e-mails you’ve all been sending; this shit has been happening to me on the street. “What the hell, man? Why no updates?”

It’s time for an update. I’ve been neglecting the site, and not without good reason. First it was Christmas, then I had an exam to prepare for. Then a few days after that it was my birthday, then when that haze settled things really kicked off. I got a present for my 22nd which… well, let’s just say I haven’t really been the most pro-active person since the 3rd of Feb. And then of course, my degree started up again and I’ve had a ton of work.

Excuses, excuses. I know, it cannot repay the damage. But never fear! I’m free of the demon weed (well, almost, but I’m saving the rest for a special occasion) and I’m pretty much on top of all my work. So, let the line continue from this point forward. Until, you know, summer. Or acid. Whichever comes first.

I predict summer