Archive for August, 2006

Muse, Goldfrapp, Body is fucked, I’m getting old…

The last couple of weeks have been liberally sprinkled with a largely unhealthy mixture of late nights, alcohol and gigs. It has been fun, but my body needs time to recuperate.

Muse were fucking awesome. Maybe my opinion is influenced by my love for the band, but they put on an epic show. Bellamy was god on each of the ten different guitars he used. My only minor complaint was that they didn’t play Citizen Erased nor Assassin. Below are a video of Stockholm Syndrome and an audio clip of Knights of Cydonia (both shamelessly stolen). Supporting were Hey Molly (quite good) and Nixon and the Burn (not so)

Stockholm Syndrome

Knights of Cydonia

Clicky to listen.

Goldfrapp, supported by the bland Ladytron, were pretty good. I’m not a huge fan of electronic music, but they did put on a good show. Anyone that manages to persuade jesus to play the electric violin for their band gets a thumbs up from me. There was one minor fuck up when Alison managed to unplug the bassist, but apart from that it was all good. Especially the dancers dressed in very little besides animal heads. Think Flaming Lips but sexy.

I’ve just got back from a ride. This is something that I need to do more often. Anyone who knows me reasonably well will know that I’m less of a cunt a much nicer person if I’ve got endorphins swimming in my bloodstream.

Oh and I’m now twenty four. Fuck.

Like a baby’s bum

I just wet shaved for the first time in nearly three years, partly because I was bored, but mainly because I’d forgotten what my face looks like sans stubble.

Fucking weird is the answer.

I now remember why I don’t like being clean shaven. I look vaguely presentable. My skin feels like a baby’s bum and I now look like a 10 year old choirgirl. With side burns.

Admire the concentration involved in simultaneously managing to operate the camera, pose like a twat and not to cry over my stubble lying dead in the sink.

Aaaaargh I’m a fucking twink!

Quick coin trick

I got bored and so taught myself a quick coin trick.

I can smell Paul Daniels shitting himself from here.


My good friend Steevo

My good friend Stephen Hawkings recorded an intro for my site.

Click play to expand your mindbox.