my inflammatory writ.

oh. well it's been a while, if anyone's noticed...yes. i am still alive.

a long time since updating has been done...since then i've done lots of things, probably. then again, probably not.

i now live in officially the best flat, on the best street, in the best part of town, in the best city, glasgow.

for anyone in the glasgow area, its roxburgh street, off byres road. hell yeah.

so i went to truck, i went to france...after france i found a baby lizard (alive) in my suitcase. said lizard is now my pet after liasons with the safari park as to the breed of said lizard, now called louis XVII. he's cute. he's tiny. he eats live spiders. this is alarmingly fun and compelling to watch. so he is also making the great trip with me to the big city...

after france i went up to glasgow to start moving things up...flat mates are great, and i predict i will accomplish all my 'things to do in glasgow' list sooner than expected...pending events to check off include, seeing mogwai and meeting/seducing roddy woomble and/or gary lightbody.

oh yeah, uni starts soon too...

made a breif excursion to edinburgh to see the ron mueck expo...very good, thoroughly recommend it. make a b-line for 'spooning couple'...trust me.

my new hobby is buying silkscreen band posters. its expensive. its additcitve. just the way i like it. if anyone happens to see any nice mogwai ones do let me know...i've found one, an expensive one, an old lady may have to be robbed because im in love with it. if theres any change, i might buy an original stanly donwood print. yes.

so yes...i'm off again to glasgow week tommrow, after v, a potentual trip to worcester, a suicide mission to ikea and probably lots of sleeping.

should i feel guilty for not being at all bothered that im leaving home/kidderminster?

heartless.

last night i drempt ian brown played a gig at my old school and he did a cover version of such great heights on a black grand piano, then he seduced me in the school gym.

I've only gone and bloody got into the glasgow school of art. now i can REALLY call glasgow home...

well i had my interview at glasgow, waiting the result...im hoping to know this week at some point...yeah. so i think it went well. nothing went wrong. but then what do i know...just have to wait and see. currently forming plan B, roughly : run away to glasgow and live with alex.

its my birthday soon. what!? plans are underway, hotchip/yyy's/HOPEFULLY broken social scene with ki...the big one-nine...i don't like how that sounds.

so i'm running away to glasgow tommrow, just for the night. blatently should be working but the prospct of poached eggs on toast for breakfast is way too tempting.

truck line up looks GOOD. currently speculaiting who the unanounced headliner could be...anyone know anything i dont?

amidst all the chaos and uncertainty of life, there is one saving grace that will pull me through the coming months.

my mother awoke me on friday morning with the most exciting news ive had in along time. my sister has purchased tickets for her, me and my mother to go and see...


BILLY JOEL! yeah you heard...BILLY JOEL.

wet my pants with excitment. he's going to have a big black saxophonist and a gospel choir i know it! 

thats right 2006 is the year i fulfill my dreams.  will see radiohead. AND BILLY JOEL...

its been a while, busy-ness and worry over absurd things like a glasgow application and artists block. went to guillemots last night with my mum and dad, we were invited by fyfe's mum and dad. (ki and her folks and sister came too...which is always a pleasure)

fyfe, as we all appreciated a very long time ago is a seriously talented and genuine person, the word genius floats about in conversation, and his intensity and hopefullness inspite of adversity is infectious. it was one of the most amazing gigs for its musical experience i can remember for a very long time, guillemots should be taken VERY seriously.

in the mean time while my fate hangs in anticipation of a crappy peice of paper i'm taking some of the most true and honnest advice

trains to brazil

it's one o clock on a friday morning
i'm trying to keep my back from the wall
the prophets and their bombs have had another success
and i'm wondering why we bother at all

and i think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
they remind me of when we were at school
nothing really mattered when you called at my name
in fact nothing really mattered at all

and i'm thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
but i won't get me down
i'm just thankful to be facing a day
'cause days don't get you far when you're gone

it's five o clock on a friday morning
one hundred telephones shake and ring
one of them's from someone who knew you

well i'll still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
they'll still remind me of when we were at school
when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
were in the hands of these erroneous fools

and to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
well let them take you next
can't you live and be thankful you're here
see it could be you tomorrow next year



a bit of a tune really.

just got back from glasgow, things from that trip i can currently discern:

1.england is shit
2.scotland is beautiful
3.they have better chips in scotland*
4.scottish people make good tea
5.serise 2 of lost fucks with your mind
6.i should have been born scottish

devestation dosnt really cover how i'll feel if/when i dont get into the gsa.




*everything is better in scotland

well, less than 3 weeks since my last trip to glasgow...im off up yonder again on tuesday. to visit people/persons/person. oh and something about devlivering my portfolio to the gsa...but yes. 24 hours in glasgow its going to be better than perfect. its going to be 'nice'...

before this, i have to finish my portfolio and make it apear as though i am worthy of acceptance into the gsa.

there is also the exessive excitment of death cab with the lovley kieraandiain on saturday...

trip to london last week, went to see the ACE gothic nightmare expo at tate britain. theories on me being a closet goth can be confirmed. the trip also involved the go! team at the koko. much fun was had shimying on the dancefloor with alex in our best frocks. the koko is the best venue i have ever been to. true story. there was also £20 pounds in the cash machine left by some silly person. i fully intend to give a tenner to charity...

truck tickets are booked...phew...my sister called me up to ask if id get her a ticket, how she remembered what truck was im not sure, but i think she's trying to up her cool points whilst heading for the big 27...

much busyness all round.

its either a good omen, or a brutal twist of fate that i felt so compleatly utterly right/normal/at home at the gsa on friday...and just in glasgow in general this weekend.

i have to get in. i have to get in. seriously, HAVE to get into the gsa.

areas of interest, to remind myself in future reference:

broken social scene.
theivery of broken social scene limited edition vynal.
big marker pen crosses.
jack danials from a china teacup.
5 slices of pizza.
newcastle v southampton.
other nice stuff too.

if anyone could tell me why post boxes, phone boxes and buses are all the same red, that would be real swell.

well, the raving monster within me has surfaced in all its grotesque fiendishness. curently being fed on a savage diet of ferry corsten, chab, mandy, and the hulkkonen remix of josé gonzalez's crosses. (Tune - making a capital T with my hands)

saturday night this animal feasted on erol alkan and the glimmers at the custard factory. fucking mega. what i can remember at least. photograpghic evedience suggests it was a good night, but i was horrified to see myself akin to the pictures you see of drunk slags under headlines such as 'unighted boozedom' 'binge uk' etc etc...

but i did fan erol alkan and the glimmers with emily's fan, fanny. the glimmers loved it, erol wasnt buying it.

thank god its reading week this week, im still recovering. i did go to the gym yesturday which deserves praise. 20 minutes of hard sweat on the tredmill ammmounted to the callory loss of 3 rivita.

much excitment today as im meeting kiera, iain and big mike in aproximatly 5 hours 45 mins for french resturant and jenny lewis related fun.

general excitment ensues as im going to glasgow in appoximatly 192 hours.