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As I've heard music says more than words, here's a list of what's been on my mind recently.

//N.

It feels like life is returning to me, even though I'm physically sick at the time of writing this. My love and I are getting a cat in a few weeks, and I'm looking forward to that more than anything I've felt in a long time. Ever since I was a really young 'un, I've wanted a cat, but no way as I was allergic; still am, but we're getting a SPESHUL one that I'll do my best to stand, so hell yeah, a cat.

And I love how Bernard Butler slags all indie comebacks - probably mostly taking a swing at Blur - but that's OK, because he's producing Black Kids.

I'm thinking about entering a poetry slam contest. I've not written poetry in ages, since all I wrote since months back was stolen – at work. Sure, I'm an idiot for storing personal stuff at work, blardy-blah, but it was stolen and nothing else. Fucking. Weird. So my girlfriend and a friend sort of edged me on yesterday over coffee and I thought: yeah, a deadline is just the ticket man – why am I thinking of Spud from "Trainspotting" when writing that? you know - "A little speed is just the ticket, man" – and it might be fun. And it'll probably be better than most of what I've seen, or maybe I'm just under tons of hubris and should just shut the fawk up and do it. DO IIIT!

You don't have to shout at me!

I'm content. I feel happy. I want to make music and dance with my friends in a non-hippy way.

// N

Yeah, I havn't been writing anything for quite a while, I know. Call it a prolonged X-mas leave. But I promise I will contribute more often to this blo.. no! this site, I mean. In fact, that's one of my New Year-promises! (the other one being to write more on this blog)
 
So what have I been up to? I've been to Gran Canaria for most of January. "Oh yeah? Like playa ingles with all the 80Y/O Germans and crappy food?" No, dick head. Spent the whole vacation taking it easy, island style, in this small town just south of Las Palmas. The night life being kids in their small cars down by the beach, getting away from their grandmothers
disgusted looks.
 
OASIS played here last week, and we had a blast. But hey, Noel, can't you just buy your brother out once and for all, and do the singing yourself? Speking of that, I missed almost all concerts I wanted to see last year (Roskilde Festival excluded), so I also promised myself I won't fuck up as bad this year.
So. 2MANYDJS are up this Friday. It'll be mental. I hope I'll get around to see BLOC PARTY next week, and of course, MORRISSEY is already booked!
 
At the moment FRANZ FERDINANDS album TONIGHT: bangs out of my speakers, LUCID DREAMS being the current sound track to my life, while I'm planning on which wall to build they climb-toy-thingy for the little kittens who'll move in with us in two weeks. They're named Flisan and Izzie, and I'll introduce them properly later on.
 
I'll see you in far off places

// B

While my so-called colleague on this site has skipped bail and gone AWOL all the way to the Canary Islands, I'm left to my own devices with seemingly thousands of people calling, teeming with anger and bile, all ready to be delivered to my glorious self all bow-tied and handed on a gold platter. We're so happy with what little we can have.

"A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."

Last night I dreamt that my girlfriend and I had started a club. We'd done no advertising yet were dressed to the nines and expecting the place to be packed. I remember her and myself walking around the place as if we were seals, at least we made some seal sounds. Uf-uf, uf-uf. We had prepared loads of champagne flutes standing around and as Mr. B came in through the door, Happy Mondays' "God's Cop" started playing. It was lovely.

And so work is finally over and the x-mas presents are all bought. No more
elbowing through crowds of morons who can't walk in a straight line, or
caffé latte-crazed pram-wielding parents whoms reptile brains are all on
full alert.
And what do I want for x-mas? Is peace and quiet an sustainable answer?
It's not like I'm 60 or anything. But I figure; Since I'm no kid anymore,
I believe it's fair to just let me sit in the sofa at my sisters, see the
kids run about with their toys, stuff myself with candy and beer, explain
to my older brother that, no, I haven't learned to like whiskey yet, and
just relax?
Well, actually, some of the best pub crawl experiences of my life so far
has been during these five holy days of rest. So I'll might just squeeze
that in as well.
So, relax with my family and g/f and getting pissed with mates. That's how
I'm going to celebrate that some very eloquent man was born, 2009 years
ago, in a stable half way across the earth.
 
Hmmm, an hour until the lady gets home.. think I'll get in the tub with a
cold beer.
 
Finally, there's no Christ in X-mas. Keep x-mas a secular holiday!
 
// B

While santas swirl around outdoors and people rush to spend their final few coins for what's meant for under the tree, we sit indoors, neck one, get sorted, nice mate -- or just sit back with a cuppa and a book, and enrage your neighbours by playing this one. Or you play it for a packed floor who - after the initial three minutes - are so frustrated for release that they're ready to punch you in the face. Then release.

Or you're trapped at work and are extremely tired from having done nothibut mental arithmetic, longing to go home to the one you love like yours truly, trying to just pass the time. The streets are empty. Everybody's at home, waiting for more food, trifle, even more food and sitting up late until it's xmas. Kids teeming of reasons to open their gifts now, old people saying they already have everything they need, save your money and don't spend them on me, go home and study instead, young lady. Oh xmas.

I love films where tranquil music is played to nasty bits. Or right before the nasty happening, almost as in "A Clockwork Orange".

Or this track from Danny Boyle's semi-flop "Sunshine", which may very well be one of those films that only I enjoy. The ending of that one nearly ruined the entire palaver and I can see why Ewan McGregor's not entirely keen on joining "Porno".

Some say the difference between madness and genius is thin but there's a Grand Canyon type of gaping distinctness between a monster film where the scary makes you shit yourself ("Alien", "The Others") and one where it makes you feel sad and lonely if you're watching the film by yourself ("Sunshine").

// N