In the VAIN HOPE that this will show up on someone's reader

Go to Journal of a Narcoleptic and read something I wrote for Crywolf. I would very much appreciate any feedback or comments both positive and negative. But as I say this all depends on blogger sorting its act out because on most of your blogs La Cabina was my last post. So with a bit of luck this will work. If you do see this please do check it out and I'll love you forever. Thanks.

Please Don't Delete Me

I beg with you because in the upcoming days/weeks when I drag myself away from games consoles I will be boring/delighting/making you feel nothing at all with my short story for this semesters project. Alternatively, you could delete me if you think it could be rubbish which there is a high possibility of.

Shall I let you know the idea? Do I trust you enough? Will I end up with egg on my face?

Nah, you can wait. You can, can't you? Yeah, thought so.

I'll give you a clue, mind.

La Cabina

How's it been hanging, blogger people? Wow, really? That's brilliant news. Congratulations.

Last night I watched a film I was advised against watching before going to bed. But being the massive idiot/maverick (delete as applicable) that I am I went for broke and watched it. The film I talk of is La Cabina. It wasn't as nightmarish as I'd thought up but it was certainly interesting. I thought some of you may be interested in this little Italian film and thus the best place to share it was here.

LA CABINA BABY

This one doesn't have subtitles but that doesn't really matter too much. It's a film more concerned with the visuals. Make sure you watch all four parts!

Toodaloo 'til the next time.

Just to let you know I'm still alive

Things I have bought with actual money that are unavailable on spotify.

Spotify Tapes - with added comments from our very own Cynical Ben. Shaun and a good man called Oliver. Tell your friends.

I Haz a New Blog

http://davyancowboy.wordpress.com/

If I can work out how to add a blogroll I will add you all.

Thanks.

Dan

The Lady's Not For Turning

When Alexander Graham Bell began his journey in creating the telephone there are many things he probably didn't comprehend. Many of them bugbears of mine. For example, cold calls from some arrogant, jumped up, telesales worker. Another example, the lowest of the low blaring something so tinny and with a ridiculous bpm rate out of their mobile phones. This leads onto people 'freestyling' along to the choruses. Now, not only is this annoying, but it solely defeats the purpose of 'freestyling.' By copying the verses you are merely singing along to the 'choon' as I am oft found to do with Billy Joel's 'Piano Man.' I don't suddenly go off in the middle of the song and start 'emceeing' "now John at the bar is a friend of mine/He's quick with a woodbine and the cocaine line/And the gyals are all looking so mighty fine/Then I grab this one under the toilet sign/And she says, yo G, I believe you are necking me/Move it on to the quickstepping and I'll be/Sure that I coulda been in Save The Last Dance/If only I could get away from my ends and my manz." That there is some sick freestyling.

There are various other phone annoyances but the biggest one has just arrived with us. We've had ringtones now for many years and many have been terribly unfunny creations aimed at thirteen year old degenerates. Even I once had a terribly loud ringtone of Gene's 'Sick, Sober and Sorry.' But now we have a new kind of ringtone, one specifically made for the ruling classes, for the incredulous vultures like Daniel Hannan, for the general Conservatives amongst us.

Certain things that don't belong on phones: pornography, drunken pictures of me and Margaret Thatcher. For anyone who has just skim read this ignore that list.

Alas, Thatcher is someone we'll never get away from and here she is now, nearly dead, but still laughing at us through technology.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrth

After a few days of not being able to bend (due to a fantastic save during a footbal game, I'll have you know) my resolve was tested this morning by three things dropping through the letterbox.

Myrth:

Frankincense:

Gold:

Needless to say the old back is now as good as new. The legs however are a different story.