this is a fire door...

so it's half past four and i'm awake and on the internet but for some reason sean isn't. this is somewhat depressing. for other insomnia based rambling visit his blog i am up late. but to be fair he actually isn't. if i had a guitar up in leeds, i wouldn't be doing this. i would be doing productive and interesting things like songwriting. but no. today i unlocked another level on mel's tony hawk's pro skater 4 game for the ps2. i also made the wise decision of spending a quarter of this weeks budget on beer, and another quarter on a ticket to the weakerthans. unfortunately my financial week begins tomorrow, so to stop myself spending money, i have been sleeping through trading hours.

tomorrow i will be getting on a bus or a train to go and surprise luke leighfield in bradford, where i have never been. it sounds exciting, like some kind of new action thriller. if i was in an action thriller, i would be mega tough, but mega sensitive, and i would be an awesome cook, and i wouldn't eat princes tinned ham. which is disgusting.

i feel it is definitely time to go home now. i am becoming tired and hungry and i need to play some shows.

on a posi note, this weekend i will be seeing luke leighfield, the weakerthans, rise against, gallolz, and more importantly john conyers.

laters.

you are a lamby tramp

as me and ben sat there in the big boat with cheap beer we decided that actually being bored is pretty chillax. then i went to the cockpit and spent my weeks budget on pop punk. louise turned nasty after a couple of pieces of takeaway lamb saying "fuck you i don't want to be a power ranger anymore". today i had two cheese and onion slices and two pints of milk. we watched dead man's shoes and then i played wii and totally rocked the bowling, though was a little disappointed to find i have the fitness age of a 62 year old. i don't think that's quite fair. i'm getting fairly close to a noise complaint as well, let's hope i can hold out until christmas.

on a musical note, guffaw, i can't stop listening to hot club de paris or say anything. i haven't played my bass in about 2 weeks, and i'm getting withdrawal. there is a depressing amount of blink 182 passing through my speakers.

this blog is really as much for me as it is anyone else, it will serve as a page full of self-indulgent ramblings and a reminder of what actually happens in my life, for the times when i forget.