Martin/Paltrow...

After a brief facebook viewing of 'Glee' or as i'm starting to call it 'Shitty commercial autotuned ridiculously painful self-promoting bullshit', I have decided that I might as well have a crack at the whole Paltrow/Martin hatred.

We shall start with the former.

Who the fuck does Gwyneth Paltrow think she is? You are not a singer, not a great actress and most certainly not Welsh! Stop trying to make yourself look important! On Glee, PAINFUL autotune was used to make her sound 'amazing'. That's utter crap because it sounds painful and you can tell just how out of tune she is! And so is the guy in the wheelchair! How the fuck do these people get on a music-based (apparently) show and sing when they can't sing and can't act and ARRRRGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I digress.

Coldplay are shit. Chris Martin is shit. Their baby is called fucking APPLE! That's not a name! It's a fruit, who the fuck does that? Other than Geldof with Peaches. It's like they're setting us up to start fucking famous kids to get our 'five a day'!

There is nothing good about this family or anything that they have ever and will ever do.

Although I would probably still mount Paltrow from a few years back...

New beginning

Now I'm sure as you all (basically Hollie...) know, people are often talking about 'the new me' or 'reinventing themselves.

As much as this is utter bullshire, (yes bullshire) I am actually trying to do it at the moment.

After 2 months of dossing at uni, basically keeping iPlayer and 4od going single handedly... I have decided to actually work. I have a bookshelf that needs reading, because who really reads their reading list? Essays that need writing, projects that need doing... You get the picture.

Why? You may ask. (Please ask?) Well Basically an all round shitter of a week and I really can't be bothered to deal with something like this again so I'm going to try and make my own luck.

I decided that I no longer want to remind people of Milhouse (or THRILLHOUSEEEEE) and I want to earn respect without having to try and make people laugh or be an all round dick. Although, I will still be a dick for comic purposes because that's what I do.

But this is it, this is new (this is spartaaaa?).

New beginning...

Either that or I will just keep doing fuck all but will actually use this blog.

Fashion? I'm alright thanks

I

Hate

Fashion

Always get your point across early, otherwise why bother?

Being colourblind, I have always struggled with things like colour co-ordination, hence the tendency to wear jeans. Let's face it, jeans work with anything. But this isn't really that much of a problem. What puzzles me is that every new phase seems to come and go so briefly, leaving no trace in history like those before us. I'm not sure the Victorians were big fans of gossiping about clothes. Recently I bought myself a checked shirt. Why do I mention this? Well I used to hate them, not seeing any appeal from them, but with their newfound popularity I felt that it was time to join in.

Surely it shouldn't matter what we wear, but we are able to just express who we really are through our image? Hence my penchant for the weird and wonderful. I suppose though that this is really what is happening because so many people get caught up in the crowd, trying to fit in. Of course I don't exclude myself from this but I like to believe that there is still a sense of individuality inside.

Despite all this, Vivienne Westwood is shit. No further qustions, it just looks plain stupid.

I recently discussed with a friend the thought of wearing fancy dress to V festival this year. Fancy dress is awesome, it gets attention to you and it allows you to slip seemlessly into character. Or to just plain fuck about...

So it seems I must begin again a quest for inner peace. Fuck it, chips for dinner.
I've had a revival in my composition skills so its been hard to stop playing instruments. I love it. I haven't had such a drive to play in so long that this just feels fantastic. I'm probably still not going to do performance when I go to univiersity (My god i want to go to Liverpool... Although Hull is also awesome) and I want to stick to the cultural side of music. But I feel it flowing again, the music in my vains.


It tingles.

I have found a new leader...

Yesterday

Hop Farm

Ray Davies

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The man is an all round wonder! As a long time fan of The Kinks, I went with expectations of him mainly playing his new stuff, and maybe putting in a few Kinks songs. Instead, he went for about a 50-50 split. It was so so amazing! Myself and Gelliman just came with pure ecstasy.

Music Royalty.

As well as him, Seasick Steve was amazing as expected, Mumford and Sons were absolutely delightful and Laura Marling is rather beautiful and can whistle ridiculously well!

What a day!

Even if Dylan was a severe disappointment.

Seriously, who gives a shit about your electric stuff? I only wanted blowing in the wind!
Honestly preferred Peter Doherty! Actually, he was fucking awesome too.

Good old sunburnt knees...

Are there better times in the day for things to happen? And sleep and such. Why do we have this idea it must happen then? Why not sleep through the heat then go out at night when it's tolerable?

Maybe I'm just tired and hungover...

Are you sitting comfortably?

Because I'm sitting a tad awkwardly. Nyeh, didn't see that coming?

Where do you think band names come from? I've always wondered if it like comes from a newspaper. Say Dirty Pretty Things (yes i said it too), where does that come from? Did they write one word each and put it together? I think there are 4 actually... But my point still stands! Or Muse. What kind of shit name is Muse? It's like they wanted to go with music, but that was too little effort so they slightly cheated...

And who came up with the rubix cube? If it is Mr Rubix, that's awesome. I often wonder if all inventions are like that. I know some are, like Adolf sax, but some aren't, like John Logie Baird and the Tv... But do people really want that? Their names used for slogans or junk? There must be a fair few innuendos you can make of it.

Scohne or scon? I don't even think I only say one...

End of an era...

Well tomorrow sees the final A-level at Boys High... After 2 long years... I'm going to miss it so much.


In principle.

This year has been really something, considering how crap last year was. To lose one of your closest friends and the man who was your inspiration in the space of about a month is heartbreaking. I'm really glad I have got past it all (via a luscious swine flu session...).

However, this year has been immense. Was always going to be after new year's at Paddy's playing Fifa and finding that Pat had a very strong relationship with a particular pornstar... But honestly, I've never hd a closer group of friends, yes this is soppy and shit and there won't be any more like this. Even this one won't be all dickish... It's great to have people you can trust, who look out for you and pretty much care for you like an old guy who can't poop by himself...

Anywho, ridiculous revisionfest day so I should be prepared enough for tomorrow. I get a jazz question, easy money.

I feel now is also the best time to tell of one of my greatest talents. I can smell what my dinner is going to be from about 100 yards from my house, even if it isn't cooking yet. Not really sure how, but I haven't been wrong in a while... Skills.

Off for an evening with some lovely peoples doing some camp as hell stuff. But hey, i love it!

Tatersssssssssss xx

p.s. If i never blog again, a. i was raped by my exam or b. I got bored already because i dont really care... YAY!

Beginning...

Well i thought I might as well start a blog. No better time to start than with 3 days before my Music A-level... Spot on.
This is basically because sometimes I have some incredible thoughts that make sense to me but don't quite work in the real world. It's sort of like a computer diary of thoughts. I think that might be the point of a blog but it isn't my real subject of interest.
In short, insight into my head, occasionally might write things for shits and giggles, read if you have nothing better to do and if you can offer me money... I will bite your torso off...

Odds on a first real blog later, but I will leave now with this.

If I went on Mastermind, my subject would be Portsmath... It is a subject i have created due to my knowledge of pretty much every fact and figure (except attendances... and debts...) in Pompey's Premier league history. I know I'm cool...

Taters x