Restoring sanity...and being bored (again)

Sunday night...

 

Watched a couple of DVD's over the weekend...the new Spiderman thing, and 'Diary of a wimpy kid 3' (bought it for my daughter). Spidy was OK - better than the new batman thing (too dark) but just missing that old theme tune the cartoon used to have - "Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can....." etc. Oh, and 'Total Recall' - the new version - which confused me totally. Didn't have a clue what was going on. If you live in Congleton or surrounding slums, reviews to follow in 'The Chronicle'. Me watching DVDs is a translation for BORED....hell, I'm so bored I nearly went to the gym tonight....but....

 

.....well, I've played the magnificent Ben Howard CD again (makes my mind wander) and now the mighty TRANSATLANTIC are at full belt - the 'Never is more enough' live set (recorded in Manchester - I was there!) - this possibly means absolutely BOG ALL to most of you who won't have a clue what I'm on about, or give a toss. Be curious - look it up, better still, listen to it them both. Now I'm sat here typing this (yeah - instead of going down to the gym!) and drinking a hot toddy - a taste of home & Britain. For you foreign types, it's whisky, honey (I think I bought honey - if not, it's bee sperm) lemon, a tiny bit of sugar & then hot water. Great on a cold night, and a sort of 'decent, traditional & respectable' way to get pissed. Drinking it alone is bad news...I have an imaginary friend at these moments, like that giant rabbit in 'Donnie Darko' (it's another film)...she has very nice tits, and I think I'm in love because she's a reflection of me (but a woman, if you get my drift).

 

Played the new Led Zep live set a lot this week - hope the dodgy DVD shop has the accompanying discs when I next go. Not long before I go home for Christmas (my sack will be full!) and also need to fill my case with stuff from the 'fake' market. Problem is, if I ever buy anyone a GENUINE watch, bag, shirt, top etc, they will ASSUME I've bought copys!! So why bother with buying originals - may as well just say "yeah, yeah" and save myself a fortune!!!

 

I wrote my next column for THE CHRON yesterday....I started rambling (but it was genius, if I may say so myself) and was soon well over my allocated 1,000 words, heading for a record 3,000. I emailed the editor to 'bags' some extra space, but he said "f*ck off - you know the rules", so I stopped half way through at 1,500, and sulked. He said it might fit in (the 1,500 version, not the full Bible) if he drops the font size, so think of it as an eye test, sponsored by SPECSAVERS. It was very good, and I was on a roll before I threw my teddy out. He suggested doing it in two halves, but that's like spreading a shag out over two weeks, and only Sting does that, and he's a tosser. Stuart Copeland is a great drummer though. Drummers always shag well. Don't know where I'm going with this....do you?

 

I've missed 'I'm a celebrity, or was once, and now have nowt better to do than eat koala bear's bollocks' on the telly, and when I checked, found it finished last night. I like that programme - it's become a breast-fest. I think someone with a fine chest won, so I rest my case.

 

Anyway, I'm rambling now, so I'll go. But as soon as I press 'send', I bet I'll think of something else. If I die before I next post here, my secret will die with me. So pray I don't die. Please. I pray every night, but always for other people, so spare a thought, lovers...

 

Mr G - Beijing, 2/12/12