Little details from your day

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fantasmatical thorr wrote:i'm working an AFD.

All
Fucking
Day


Of late, this is what I have been doing in the darkroom office.

Ah, 9 AM to 12 AM shifts, how I love you! I highly enjoy you on Fridays, when you obliterate any chance I might have of seeing a good rock show or even possibly having contact with a member of the opposite sex.

The only thing that makes you worth it is the overtime pay. And my highly sexified Australian male TA.
I make music/I also make pretty pictures

Little details from your day

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it's my god-damned birthday. my mum bought me slippers that are too small and knickers that are too big. bless 'er cotton socks...

oh, she bought me some socks too, which are a perfect fit.
Tom wrote: I remember going in the back and seeing him headbanging to Big Black. He looked like he was raping the air- really. He had this look on his face like, "yeah air... you know you want it.".

Little details from your day

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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/6217898.stm

I missed the actual "tornado" (I live a couple of miles away from it) yesterday, but the weather was pretty insane. As I got in from walking the dog, half the sky went black, there was thunder and lightning, and near-horizontal hail that set off all the car alarms in my street.

I was grumbling about the media hype, but then I saw a large bale of some poor sod's loft insulation land in my back garden.
yaledelay wrote:FUCK YOU APPLE PIE you are a old man...

Little details from your day

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Due to my recent explorations into the world of myspace, I've found myself this last couple of weeks in conversation with a local musician named Brian Stevenson, whose various bands I have seen in the past and who I have spoken to briefly but when he's been roaring drunk, a state which he has been in every time I've seen him play. He sang in a band named Junior Elvis, who are now split up, which may or may not be due to the fact that Brian likes to take his clothes off on stage and dedicate the songs to his penis and to his mam who "has cancer of the arsehole", and then change whatever lyrics were meant for the songs to whatever felt right at the time. There is something brilliant about him, even if his band members tend to hit him upon finishing the gig, if they get that far. Well actually the band he's currently in, Poindexter, are more sympathetic to his inspired drunken genius. But he records a lot of music on his own, and it's beautiful.

So we've been talking about philosophy and religion every day for the last week or two, but the message I got last night felt different. He lives in Saltburn, a seaside town (also home town of forum member Chuckles), which has a lot of artists and musicians living in it, and some very sheer cliffs with jagged rocks at the bottom, which have seen the final moment of many a sad Clevelander's days. Well, the other day, a Clevelander who Brian knew, who was also a singer in a band, threw himself from Saltburn cliffs and died. By all accounts it's one of the classic cases of coming off the medication too quickly; he was bipolar. He had a fiance, with whom he had quite a nice life, so it doesn't seem like something that was expected at all.

Brian opened up a bit in last night's message; I know he's had a religious youth which I think he has some issues with, but he told me a bit more than that last night, which I won't mention here.

Anyway, I've suggested we get off-line and go and talk some stuff out over a drink, since we're both obviously quite good at both talking and drinking.

So I guess the little detail from my day is that I am going for a pint in Saltburn with Brian Stevenson.

Take five or ten minutes to have a listen to him, if you would, and if you like it, maybe let him know.

www.myspace.com/billinghamforehead

(My favourite is Now I Am Halfway Through)

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