Monthly archives: November 2001
From the office, I should have been able to see Concorde taking off, but the sky was so overcast over Heathrow I just got to hear it. I know it’s going to become commonplace and I’ll get to see it a couple of times a day in the coming weeks, but this was historic.
Who’d have thought that inside the Phantom Menace there was a decent film struggling to get out?
First of an occassional series of daily pictures. Got Milk? (Thanks Paul)
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, an unofficial Heathers site.
The return of buttocks.com I tried finding buttocks in other high level domains but had no luck. It may be time for buttocks.org
The sun was shining, I got up early (for a Saturday) and I went and bought myself a bike. A nice Marin Hybrid, for the daily commute. Strangely enough, this one is locked to the shelves in the garage, which should be enough to discourage the sort of scrote who took the other three and more than secure enough if I have to make an insurance claim.
On the subject of insurance, getting anything for my lost bikes is a non starter. We were under the impression that the agency which pays our wages had arranged it as part of the relocation package. They didn’t, of course. I mean, they were supposed to arrange the TV licence and they couldn’t even do that! And then on Friday I was told that they had lost all my expenses paper work, but were adamant they had paid everything. Ten minutes with my credit card statements proved that they hadn’t paid me at least �570. Take it from me folks. Never, ever, ever rely on P******s to do anything right.
Well, the mourning period for the bikes is over, though I still feel angry. I’m starting to get fat, and the lethargy at work could be down to lack of exercise. So this weekend, I’m buying a new bike.
There’s something wierd about not having two wheels around the place. I’ve cycled regularly now, for fun and commuting, for nearly twelve years, with only a brief break earlier this year when I travelled around the country for work. ‘Two wheels good, four wheels bad.’
Slightly belated singles day-
Party Hard by Andrew WK. This really is everything they promised you. Loud, anthemic, fun. That’s the important thing, fun. The people who tell you not to like this song are probably Radiohead fans. Only one thing, and I’m not sure it’s all that bad. This just screams out ‘soundtrack’, expect to hear it in American Roadtrip 3 soon.
Because I Got High by Afroman. Novelty song! A funny little piece about the perils of over indulging the weed, it’ll be at the top of your pile when you’re choosing stuff to give to the local charity shop next summer.
Bohemian Like You by The Dandy Warhols. Sarcastic, bitchy, prime Warhols going on about the crapness of all those wannabe struggling artists. I guess it’s easy to snipe when you’ve made it. And I wish I could stop thinking about mobile phones.
Follow Me by Uncle Kracker. From the major tattoo on his forearm you’d expect something in the Slim Shady line, but this is…… Well, it’s nice. I just haven’t decided yet whether it’s MOR nice or Jazz Club Nice.
And an album-
White Blood Cells by The White Stripes. I haven’t listened to this one yet, so I’ll have to reserve judgement, but I do Like the single, Hotel Yorba.