Monumentally Frustrated: In Blogger Form

Sharon fucking Stone

2006-03-25T14:31:00.000Z

She's fucking everywhere, isn't she? It's really annoying me now. Everywhere I turn I see Sharon Stone in my bleeding face. It's not a bad face I have to say, and considering she's near on fifty years of age, then yes, I would agree that perhaps she is a MILF. Haha MILF. But the amount of bombardment going on with her face, is quite unnecessary. Basic Instinct 2? I bet it's absolutely dire. Even the poster looks like it was taken in a cheap room with a cheap, second hand chair from the local second hand furniture shop. Further still, the fact that it actually stars this idiot:

says it all. Stan Collymore. Well, well, well.

Although, the bombardment going on does give me an urge to see it and have a laugh with Sharon Stone having sex with Collymore in a car. Apparently. Woof woof.

Alas poor...display of British sprinters in the Commonwealth Games

2006-03-24T03:49:00.000Z

Gurney with Seb '04/'05

Gurney with Seb '06

I'm glad I updated my picture. I like to think of the update as a New Order song; for example True Faith. The above one can be True Faith '87 and the new one True Faith '94. However, this can also apply to Temptation('82, '86 and '98 I think).

I'm rather tired I have to say, although I thought an update was necessary.

I'm now back at home for the next week, maybe more depending on whether I don't either get sick of home, revision doesn't start freaking me out or simply whether I want to be on my own back in London.

I do feel rather alone in London at times. Not that I haven't met any people whatsoever because of course, I have. I just feel that I don't have any real, long lasting friendships which will last indefinitely. Here however, it's the opposite case, but it's always going to be so.

I went to see Television Personalities last night. It was quite a pleasurable evening actually being on my own as I managed to read A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf and see Steve Lamacq. I really enjoyed the Woolf which is thankful as it seems to have finally opened up an interest in her now. I tried reading To The Lighthouse a good while back but I only read thirty pages and but it pack down because in all honesty, it bored me. Still, it shall be tried again. But yes, Television Personalities. The original Babyshambles. Dan Tracey could only perform two songs and even then, they were like this:

But even so, it was the best £7 I've spent in ages. There was almost a fight at the front with the female vocalist and some male drunk, and after attempting to perform those two songs, Dan Tracey just blanked. He walked to the side of the stage, sat down in silence and then what I believed to be his girlfriend / wife and manager had to come on and comfort him. Instead, they got Dustin's fucking Barmitzvah to do 'Part-time Punks', but they only knew the chorus. It was, in my opinion, the nearest thing to being back in the 70s.

You may have noticed the graph above. It is taken from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy which I'm currently trying to read. I say trying, because for one at times I cannot make head nor tail of it, and secondly I have to revise other books for my exams. It's nice to know I found an excuse to drop the narrative graphs in.

Tomorrow, I plan to watch some Seinfeld, revise Oedipus and Plato's Symposium, and see the lovely lady pictures in the middle of an earlier image posted on this here journal, where there is an instance of thought and speech being presented. http://vinylstellen.livejournal.com/66075.html (I still cannot get links to work no matter how much I try).

I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow.

I wish id grown up in Sheffield! *****

2006-03-18T17:10:00.000Z

by jackyspud

How can a couple of lads from Sheffield get given guitars at Christmas and then inside two years produce the most addictive melody, lyrics and tune of the year, and thats just i bet you look good on the dance floor! the album flaming rocks and makes me wanna up sticks, pack my knappack and say "Here i am Sheffield- swallow me up" and if it spits me back out and i'm anything like these boys i'll go home a happy man. I wouldn't be surprised if the city of steel becomes britain's cultural centre purely because of the arctics - genius!

(Copied from iTunes Music Store: Arctic Monkeys user reviews).

A rant about the Commonwealth Games + Possible mistake from bank?

2006-03-17T14:55:00.000Z

What is it with the Commonwealth Games? Is anyone actually watching it? Getting up at farcical times to watch ENGLAND beat GIBRALTAR or the ISLE OF MAN or maybe even the mighty nation of VANUATU in BOWLS or something equally as drab.

Apparently £20 million pounds was spent on the opening ceremony which included among other things, a flying carriage with wings on with a less than obvious piece of wire hanging on top of it with various different members of the Australian team in or whatever. What a waste of bloody money. Then again I guess it is good for countries like VANUATU and BELIZE to be represented in a world sporting event, but it just seems to be a huge waste of money, and I cannot imagine that many people will be watching it at all.

Whilst the Commonwealth Games were on in Manchester I only had a passing interest. It was nice seeing Manchester buzzing and full of hype, but at the end of the day, does one really get excited about winning a medal against small islands? The fact that athletes who couldn't even qualify for Olympics or a European and World Championships are competing in this doesn't get the heart racing, really.

And another thing. The Rugby Sevens event, the one with probably the most prestige with it containing all the top rugbying nations of the world bar France has finished after the second day. Common sense would surely prevail where you would schedule it towards the end of the games in order to keep interest. Events like Netball and Bowls are also events which are obviously going to be at World Class level, but Weightlifting?! Badminton?!

It just seems to be a fanfare for the past days of the British Empire and a rallying cry for people to come out and wave at the Queen to make her feel needed for two weeks. My faint interest has well and truly gone, and even then I'd rather stay up all night and watch Seinfeld. It's just seems like one big fan-fare for the Queen and the smaller countries, really. And a very expensive one at that.

Also, my former employer NatWest have paid in £457.93 into my bank account for what I thought was for no apparent reason. It turns out it could be a tax rebate. If this is the case, then I will probably sport a facial expression similar to this:

A brief polemic. Well, more of a moan.

2006-03-16T13:54:00.000Z

OH! DON'T EAT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM! NO-ONE MUST EAT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM! DO NOT EAT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM!

That's all the world is obsessed about now, isn't it? I'm sure of it. No-one cares about the other discrepancies which go on apart from whether the banana someone has taken out of a bag in fear of impending squashing and consequential bursting, is going to be eaten. Other laws aren't enforced as tightly as the possible threat of getting banana on the keys of a keyboard. It's not as if I were going to be having some tomato soup and eating a crusty cob over the keyboard, is it? I can see why someone might get a little miffed about that as crumbs will obviously get sandwiched (excuse the possible pun) between the keys, but when it comes to library assistants, this seems to be the be all and end all: to protect the computers at all cost, otherwise civilisation will meltdown and cease to exist.

DO NOT EAT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM! IT IS SACRILEGE TO EAT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM!

Death to the Serbian Warlord!

2006-03-11T13:54:00.000Z

As Noel Edmonds says in Dead or No Deal, I do love a quickie (update):

Slobodan Milošević is dead. The bastard. Justice cannae be served:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/655616.stm

(I attempted numerous times to make the above into a hyperlink. I followed the exact HTML, used the hyperlink shortcut button thing in Firefox as it was for some reason not appearing in Safari, but still to no avail).

I am now Head of Programming for Rare FM:

My first plan is to gain access to a Syndicated News Feed.

And to keep up my usual theme (a usual theme in my LiveJournal, that is) I will leave you (if you are remotely interested...I do wonder) with two essay comments:

Bleak House / Rear Window

B++ 67

David, though this essay doesn't score as well as your Wordsworth piece, you should still take it as good evidence of progress. Your Bleak House material is very useful and will stand you in very good stead. Lifting it out and rearranging it a little could have produced a first class piece of work. And that's not to say that your Rear Window material is weak, because it's not - it's often compelling. However, the problem is one of coherence. You don't really find the glue that will successfully, convincingly, plausibly bind them together. When looking for such comparisons, as I've said before, you need a convincing answer to your question: 'Why? Still, feel pleased with much in here.
Good stuff.

The Waste Land

B++ 67

As with your essay, David, you've achieved a very solid mark - but again, that's almost in spite of yourself. I do think that this essay has a coherent and enjoyable sense of narrative. Throughout, you introduce some very interesting and enjoyable points. This is, however, primarily an essay about The Waste Land, rather than an essay about the text of The Waste Land. There's nothing essentially wrong with that, though, and a lots of it works very well. More serious, however, is the fact that you don't really - in my opinion - sell the (?) idea of landscape. There's loads you could have done with this concept. As it is, I think this essay's most serious problem is the fact that it needs a more coherent title. Landscape rather disappears...Still, more good work. As a whole, it holds together, largely, and represents some useful progress.

Now I have a shower, and attempt to go cheap record shopping in Greenwich.

It took a pitch black night, to make see the li-hi-ight

2006-03-07T12:43:00.000Z

I am currently in the English Department Common Room. It's somewhere where I don't usually hang around with the English contingent of University College London, usually. Well, I'm not really hanging round with the English contingent of University College London. As you can tell, I'm on my own typing on this here LiveJournal where really I should be reading Freud or Malory, but nevertheless I've not really done a proper text fuelled entry in some time, so I thought I better had. I don't want to become synonymous with just leaving pictures within my journal as people might perceive me as being illiterate or lazy: both of which at times, I think I am.

So, after my mother preached to me the delights of having Daz Williams live around the corner from us, nothing exciting happened from there. I finished an essay on T.S Eliot which as essays go, was the usual painful struggle of sitting down, looking at LiveJournal, having a thought on 'Tradition and Individual Talent', and then basically following that path on a cyclical motion. I did however leave a parody of an Eliotian / Eliotic endnote, but I don't know whether my tutor will be best pleased. He seems to have a sense of humour, but it isn't even that funny. Even so, something mildly exciting has happened where I have officially assigned myself as promoter of a band. Yes, assigned myself. They didn't assign me. I managed to point out to my friend James Cooper that the asteemed How Does It Feel were requiring bands to play at one of their ...Presents evenings. I pointed it out to said James Cooper and after some begging from various employers and the rummaging for cheap train tickets, the band that is/are Amida will be playing their first London gig on Thursday, in which I highly recommend you go. 21st Century's answer to Indie-Pop. That might a biased view, but here!:

http://www.myspace.com/amidaband

Judge for yourself! They're first on as they have a train to catch, so get there before 8pm to catch them.

In addition to my world of organising, I, as of this evening could be Head of Programming for Rare FM, in case you're interested. I jest with people that an Alan Yentob-esque era of Rare FM is brewing, but I doubt I'll have the guts to be that harsh. Was he harsh? I don't even think he was, you know. My view of Alan Yentob...:

(Former BBC One controller now Arts programme presenter)

...Has been obscured very slightly from watching Live and Kicking. I remember when Andi Peters would suddenly get rather scared whenever Alan Yentob made a guest appearance on the show, and played up this 'Cut and Thrust' stereotyped that he has gained. He was however responsible for commissioning such programmes as Eldorado, so maybe I shouldn't dwell on this Alan Yentob persona. Apparently I have to give a speech. Random, improvised grumblings from a sheet of paper is more my thing, but I do hold an esteemed career in the realms of speech giving and public speaking. I appeared on three occasions in the Public Speaking final at St.Anne's School where I proceeded to talk about Bill Gates in Year 7 (this was whilst I was going through my horrible phase of being obsessed with anything that had the term 'Microsoft' and 'Computer' tagged alongside something), Alcatraz in Year 8 (Was this fuelled by Sean Connery's film The Rock and The Bird Man of Alcatraz?) and Football Television Rights in Year 9.
I never once won.

The Smiths didn't really hit me until Year 10.

Daz!

2006-03-05T05:07:00.000Z

According to a very excitable text message sent by my mother this evening, our Eurovision entrant Daz Williams lives around the corner from where I live. I live on Avondale Road and he apparently lives on Ingleton Road which is precisely 20 seconds across the road. I personally have never seen him and from hearing our entry, I doubt I ever want to. There's a remarkably paedophilic quality about it and from gazing at photo shots of his performance of 'Teenage Life', it has only confirmed my feelings further.

According to his mySpace, his influences are Joy Division, Jilted John and Stevie Wonder.

2006-03-03T18:23:00.000Z

I found this, and find it rather amusing. Especially when I'm having to write about The Waste Land currently.

Pain!

2006-03-03T13:38:00.000Z

God I'm in so much pain. I have just gotten out of bed and I've pulled something at the top of my vertebrae. Usually it's my neck that's the problem as there have been numerous times where I've pulled or strained it whilst I'm in bed*; meaning I'm walking around for most of the day feeling that I'm walking with my neck leaned towards one side. I've taken some paracetamol but I have to sit in a sodding chair all day typing away at an essay.

What I wouldn't give for a spot of ibuprofen right now. But I'd have to wait about four hours or something daft due to resorting to Morrisons' inferior cheap paracetamol.

*Must be all that vigorous ~~masturbation~~ reading I do at 4:47am.

Let's give it time, shall we?

2006-03-02T19:13:00.000Z

Good God! Yes, I've done it! I've finally, after having this here Blogger account for not far off a year, decided to give it a full go. I shall be continuing to use LiveJournal for some time, however. But like a baby, one has to try and wean oneself off mother's teat. The mother being LiveJournal. It's very reassuring however having someone send you a comment saying that they like your writing and consequently want to give you the milk needed to survive in the LiveJournal world: a friend add.

'Oh God! [insert here] has added me!'

What really interests me on LiveJournal is the politics which surrounds it. The fact that most people whom I know have probably slept with a fellow LiveJournaler I find intriguing, and I speak from experience here. To find someone posting a very long, elongated post about a stressful evening of fumblings, attempted sex and then bouts of tears, at first makes you feel horribly sick, yet in retrospect makes for an interesting read.

If anyone who's just stumbled on to this expects revelations about vegetarian cuisine:

http://adventurousvegetable.blogspot.com/

Or information on traction engines and fuel cells:

http://ergosphere.blogspot.com/2005/07/super-cooled.html

Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave. I have nothing of knowledgeable interest for you unless you want to read about me. I'll probably leave the odd anecdote I've read or the odd interesting thing, but I'm a self-centred bastard when it comes to the blogging world, so there. I have no interests whatsoever which I want to preach in a blogging world apart from myself. Well, I do have interests, but whether I'm knowledgeable enough about my interests is anyone's guess. Let's give it time, shall we?

Oh, and they'll probably be the odd emo-esque post which is to be expected, I would say. Also lots of humorous accounts about odds and sods etceteras. You could always read: http://vinylstellen.livejournal.com to gain a taster. It's nothing particularly special, but it seems people enjoy reading it. I'll often allude to authors, usually when I'm writing about particular authors and their respective pieces in essays, for I attend University College London where I read English. Expect posts of disillusionment.

You've been warned, so there!