The Eden Bookings site has crashed, but I’ve managed to get 3 tickets for Muse at Ticketmaster, which subsequently sold out in under 20 minutes.

It’s gonna fucking rock.

Went to see a couple of bands last night avec Henry.

Seven Days Awake (Ex- Fallen To??) were quite good, a bit rocky, a bit roar-y, a bit melodic.

Even Nine are currently being pimped by Pirate FM, kinda like an old man wearing a hoody and laced up skate shoes.  It doesn’t exactly do much for their credibility.  To be fair, they could play, but it’s not the kind of music I’m into.  A little bit of Maroon 5 blandness going on.

Am up for a bit of Marvin and the Gayes / Bugga action tonight if anyone’s up for that?

The Beehive are currently proving themselves to be pioneers in the agricultural public house field by laying turf inside the pub.  All that’s missing is a few dog turds and a sand pit to complete it’s park status, as it already has enough pikeys and cigarette butts.

I’ve moved house. It was a fucker.

I still have no fucking internet connection.

Rich and I have discovered his neighbour is a prostitute. £800 a night. She advertises her website in the local paper. She forgot to exclude her details from her Whois record.

The greatest album ever made is now available to download. Black Holes and Revelations was leaked 9 hours ago.

Dirty Pretty Things’s new album ain’t too bad either, though it does seem to take a fair bit from Up the Bracket and the Libertine’s self titled 2nd album. Funny that.

The Mighty Boosh is still the funniest thing ever.

As I haven’t got MSN yet, what’s on for the weekend my shizzlers?!

It was strangely compelling watching a girl kiss several different guys just moments after being sick right in the middle of the pub. She emerged from the toilets with the typical air of sophistication that seems to resonate from most Helston slags, and with a dainty wipe to rid the semi-diluted vomit dribble from her delightful chops, she set about sharing the taste of her dinner…

I somehow ended up having a conversation at the bar with the town bike, who is normally the most annoying person I know. However she redeemed herself by telling me the funniest joke in the world ever, although I can’t repeat it here as it doesn’t really translate that well…

The Automatic are playing the Ripcurl Boardmasters in Newquay, supporting Feeder. 4th August, £25 a ticket, should be a laugh, who’s up for it? Henry, Cat et moi so far…

Frances is denying selling out and appearing in an advert for Dell… you be the judge…

Myself and Richie are slowly perfecting our Cornish ghetto slang inbetween our drunken ninja fights… Fo Shizzler My Nizzler… Snoop would be proud…

Oh and congrats to Lordi for fucking over Daz Sampson…