Erstwhile musings

Y'know...
...if I'm honest, I don't really know what 'erstwhile' means. I just thought it sounded good.

Anyway. I have been slightly absent from this blog recently. This is for several (7veral) reasons:
1) Not a great deal has been happening recently.
2) I have returned to work.
3) I do have a girlfriend, y'know.
4) And friends... who I hang out with!
5) That 1,5000,000 score on Tony Hawk was so hard to get.
6) Arrested Development: Fucking Genuius.
7) I have beem writing for several other blogs,

Please check out the Media Lounge blog which is full of annoying opinions on movies and various elemnets of geekdom. Especially Superman, which is really pissing me off right now. Have you seen the third trailer? Good god! It looks terrible. Shame as the poster is really nice.

I've also been writing for the World Cup blog Curled Wup. The sport of hooligans is a subject I know nothing about, which is why it's great fun to rubbish football online. There are many contributors to Curled Wup and they are terrific writers so, football fan or not, I urge you to read it.

Christ. This sounds like a newsletter.

My photo blog is now online and updated every other day or so. Day of the Dave. Obvious, non?

Christ, this is a newsletter. Here's a photo that didn't make the photo blog.

Wasn't good enough, you see...

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currently listening to: Mutineer - Warren Zevon

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Sunday Morning, 9am.

9.36 to be precise. I'm at work and the whole place smells of tar.

Today the world can bite my shiny metal ass.

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currently listening to: nothing but the roar of traffic

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the exception that proves the rule

Time does not fly if you having fun. It's been three weeks since I returned from tour and I can barely tell you where the time has gone.

Five weeks away felt like five weeks away. Every day was different and gave you something unique to remember it by. The day was a full day and you lived it... when I came home after five weeks my body looked like it had aged five weeks, and I had physical and mental scars to prove I had seized each day.

Three weeks at home feels like any non-discriminate time period. You have no unique or notable events with which to meausre the passing of time... shifts at work blend into one shift at work, evenings at home blend into one condensed memory of being at home, even the standout days become either last Wednesday or the Wednesday before that.

I have yet to shake the feeling of confusion, I am approaching my life at home in the same haphazard lack-of-information way that I handle life on tour and it's leaving me displaced and scatty. The first few days back at work nearly drove me to desperate acts they were so removed from the experiences I'd been having.

A heroin addict once described to me the rush of being out on the streets at 4am looking to score. Drug dependancy aside, she most enoyed the feeling that she was doing something most others weren't, that she was awake on the streets when others were asleep, that she knew people and a subculture that existed far from the eyes of the daywalkers and that gave her feelings of confidence and security. That's pretty similar to how I felt, and I didn't have to jam a needle in my arm to get it.

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currently listening to: a fan, by my ear, at work.

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Right to reply

By the way, as a means of conveniance for my fine readers out there I have altered the 'comment' section so that anyone can reply, as opposed to just members of Blogger.
Hope that helps.

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currently listening to: Johnny Cash - Rock Island Line

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cracked

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

My friend, who works in a pub, found something interesting whilst cleaning up last night; a bag of crack. It had been carelessly left on a table in the backroom, weighed, separated, bagged and left in plain view for all to see, and with no-one in the area willing to claim it as their own.

This can mean only one thing: that someone, right now, in the middle of Sheffield, is absolutely, totally, utterly, losing it. They have not only left their own supply, but also the supply of a lot of other people (it was ALOT of crack) and they know where it is - they just can't go get it because they would expose themselves. They are very unpopular right now and panicking like never before and there is nothing they can do about it.

I find this fascinating... this knowledge. There may be a million stories in the naked city, but this is a really good one.

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currently listening to: mutterings

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footy footy footy... ball ball ball

Not one of my favourite subjects, which is exactly why I'm currently writing for another blog about the world cup. Opposing viewpoint, or something like that.

Curled Wup blog is here, go read.

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currently listening to: the whirring of a fan, right by my ear

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Unlucky Fried Kitten

We have kittens, they are unbearably cute. The black one is called Mooch and the ginger one is called Hobbes.

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currently listening to: Kids With Guns - Gorillaz

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Je suis retourne...

...with a vengeance...

Hid for about two days...

...went to a music festival with Isobel and got confused...

...developed a severe case of the sniffles and the coughfles...

...went back to work...

...kinda done some work...

...should be doing more work...

...I no-longer know who I am and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger...*

*Rules of Attraction: European Vacation

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currently listening to: Folsom Prison Blues -Johnny Cash

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