Archive for April, 2008

Rich Kids..

23Apr08

So back to East Prawle. This time to Swim.
I’ve been listening  to the Foals : to swim,  Listen to it, to swim how I feel.
No really it was 20,000 feet.  Jump.  Les pushed me out. Down through the cloud cover. Falling, falling, wait… wait for it – at the very last moment you pull the rip chord. [...]


A-levels must be getting easier. Sid in skins got BBC when all he did was sit around smoking weed, shagging his girlfriend and watch his dad die. Was much harder in my day.


Just like my passion for the music of Richard Thompson, I don’t readily share my enthusiasm for the writing of the British author M John Harrison. Mainly because it’s so difficult to explain why they are both so damn good. They are both more than the sum of their work. With M John Harrison its [...]


Monday lunch-time. Washed up in the Pig’s Nose Inn in East Prawle, South Devon and I had a Green Coaster moment. Sometimes life can creep up and suprise you in a good way. Sometime you get exactly what you need. The Noise stops. The restlessness stops. The onward stops. All that matters is the now. [...]


Been furthering listening to imperial wax solvent and its a bit of a grower. Especially 50 year old man which rocks like Les Dennis on Vimto.
Meanwhile I have been dreaming about being late for a funeral whatever that can mean.


I sometimes visit this.
Which introduced me to Sleeveface. Which got me thinking….about our generation and all that  we’ll leave behind.
Now sometimes I think – that spending our teens, twenties and thirties trying to make slightly interesting pics that look like album sleeves, is not too bad a thing to do.
harmless, harmless,harmless, pointless..and even maybe it [...]


Tramp Juice

02Apr08

Been listening to some more of Imperial Wax Solvent. And I can update you. It doesn’t all sound like Spinal Tap, there are bits that sound like an drunken tramp muttering whilst someone else does the hovering.


England’s tired. You could tell it last week from the football team. When the played and lost to France. 
They can’t look themselves in the mirror anymore. They tired of being them. Tired of pretending they’re really interested in football anymore.  They’d be rather out shopping.  You can just imagine Rio Ferdinand looking in the mirror and [...]