Stag & Dagger was nice, saw a few sexaay bands.
More music...

Apathy is the greatest threat to democracy, as epitomised by the fact we have "elected" a tory government, fuck this country. Sleazy politicians.

Neglect isn't a very nice word. Although I must use it to describe my recent behaviour to this blog; my sort of measly excuse is the fact I had fucked off to Australia for a bit to see my sister who currently lives there.

Australia was nice, I would have liked to visit New Zealand too but unfortunately my funding is pathetic at the moment.

I am very partial to snakes and well any animals in general. I think my love for other creatures is compensating for my misanthropy. Sort of balancing it all out really hah.

Gutted I missed Dinosaur Jr, although sacrifices must be made. I like the laid-back nature of Australia, couldn't really see myself living there though. I prefer European culture, each country is so different, each individual area within a country in Europe can vary drastically. I like that changeable nature, mixes it up a bit. If I lived in Berlin the prospect of getting on a train to a neighbouring country is easily available. Whichever neighbouring country it is will contrast largely to the lifestyle you'd have adapted to. Change is good. I'm probably very partial to change because I've seen people live their lives rotting away on the island I grew up in. Routine, monotony, gossip, philistine behaviour. If you travel, you mix with different races, cultures, social norms. Only helps create a less ignorant, less prejudicial personality.

My infatuation with owls will live on forever. Alright that's a bit of a hyperbole, it will live until I inevitably die.

I thoroughly enjoyed last night, seeing a friend on stage is pretty cool. My friend's American accent was amazing haha, sounded completely Southern. Made me want to booze on Bourbon.

The next day some little ten year old emo shit told Craig and I to turn our music down on the bus returning home, it amused me deeply. What's happened to kids these days? I put Bikini Kill on.

Need sleep. Still hungover.

I really like incense sticks, another reason I should have been a hippie in the 60s.

This month has been pretty cool, mother told me she's booked me to go to Australia as well, saw pictures of the place my sister is staying on Google earth. It's on the Gold Coast, her boyfriend was telling me she doesn't like the beach 'cause fucking sharks. It's such a British thing I think to be fearful of such things. Actually no, I watched Australia's Deadliest Animals, looked intense. Excited about the prospect of seeing a snake though, yesss.

I am extremely lucky with this travelling business. I don't know what I'd do if I felt trapped for too long, I'd probably implode. Paris is booked too, I should be there for my birthday; although I still have no passport..

Currently listening to Jimi Hendrix - Valleys of Neptune.

oh my god
wonder where that is...
hahahaha

My new passport photo is so shit - it's hilariously shit - and it's gonna be stuck with me for twenty odd years haha. Why does this amuse me.

During my state of utter inebriation last night I seem to have misplaced my passport argh. What a pain in the arse, costs about seventy quid for a renewed one, obscene. I'll have to go to the Post Office tomorrow and sort it out. Means I lose my stamps, I adored those stamps ha.

For fuck's sake.

In the supermarket, we bumped into that guy who was speaking to me on Facebook chat earlier this year, the one that was asking if Craig was gay. This is why I appear offline. I didn't even recognise the philistine. Actually, I never even knew who he was until Craig told me later. Of all the Shitlanders to bump into in a Glasgow supermarket, the fiend.

Speaking of weirdos, I should never have linked my Facebook to my Last.Fm, or joined bukkake groups on Facebook. The consequences of such actions are dire.

I decided to look at the twitter page I made a while ago with Shelley, add me:

mynameischaris

So inventive haha, she made one "mynameisshelley" ahaha.

Dinosaur Jr. supported by Built to Spill, such a shocking revelation. I'm so happy.

Everyone is talking about T In The Park on Facebook, plastered all over my homepage. After being at an All Tomorrow's Parties event, well it is silly to even compare. Most of the musicians that play there are so generic: Katy Perry, Lady Gaga last year? Eminem this year? Niiiiice. I guess it's got to change its lineup to suit the people buying the tickets, and clearly the people buying the tickets these days don't know what music is.

This picture was as close as I could get to the sexual visage we witnessed last night at the Cymbals Eat Guitars' gig, Craig and I were deeply amused. Almost as funny as sex doll face, HAAAAAAA. I would upload a picture of sex doll face.. but it's best I avoid trouble.

I just saw on the news, a zebra escaped the circus then got caught and sent back. That shit should be illegal.

Just browsed some old photos of my school trip to South Africa. This amused me.

I just downloaded a complete package on learning German in your car, well firstly I don't have a car but that's not the point it's alright. I'm learning this language! Berlin baby. Next time I go there, I'm going to be properly organised with a wild fetish outfit, saw some crazy goth outfits, sexy. It's happenin'.

Oh yeah Valentines day.. yuck. Haha, we are going out to Subclub tonight, some french electro Dj called Danton Eeprom is playing, should be an enjoyable evening.

Watching Natural Born Killers again, uh huh, I LOVE IT.

What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Watching.

I found an old picture of myself when I was about six odd, I'm holding an OWL. I need to upload this as evidence of my love. My 90s attire is too chic to deny uploading, hah.

...talking about The Three Faces of Eve and personality disorders in general, I think the human psyche is so fascinating. I think psychology is the easiest thing in the world to study.

I wrote mother's essay the other week. Yes, now I know where I get my procrastination from, I love the fact she paid me to do her work for her. If she gets a good mark I want an extra tenner.

I think Shetland is such a strange place, strange, strange, strange. Small towns in general, my gahd, not for me. It's never a good thing when you have a small select group of people mixing together, it breeds ignorance. So strange how lives here are so intertwined as well, even when I'm down in Glasgow I hear shit about people I don't know doing shit they probably never did in the first place. I've noticed with myself I am always attracted to the persecuted, I generally favour those hated.

She tries not to shatter,kaleidoscope style
personality changes behind her red smile
every new problem brings a stranger inside
heplessly forcing one more new disguise...



The Three Faces Of Eve,
I really want to read this book, it's quite tricky to get hold of though. The song "Christine" by Siouxsie and the Banshees is based on it.

My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru is an account of a child growing up in the Osho movement led by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. The book is a firsthand account, written by Tim Guest years after his experiences, at age 27. The book was published in 2004 by Granta Books. The book's title is a reference to the term "the orange people" – which was used to refer to members of the Osho movement due to the color they dyed their clothes.

Guest describes how his mother was initially raised in strict Catholicism but later turned to a tape of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh after going through a period of experimenting with sex and drugs. She dyed all of her clothes orange, took on the name of "Ma Prem Vismaya", and "Yogesh" for her son, and moved to an Osho movement commune near Bombay. Guest's mother moved to many different communes, and had leadership roles within the movement, eventually running a commune in Suffolk. Guest recounts how he regretted the absence of his mother's presence during this time, and describes controversial living conditions with other children at the various ashrams. Guest and his mother moved to the 64,000-acre commune in Oregon, but his mother was demoted in position and sent to live at a different commune in Cologne. His family later disassociated from the Osho movement and moved back to north London, where they each encountered difficulties reintegrating back into mainstream society.

A book I received for Christmas, CULTS. Fucking yes.

February 26th. Can't wait.

The Applicant

First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,


Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit -

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they'll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it

Utterly sublime.

What my grandfather thinks of my music.

That's not fifty pence but it'll do, haha.

I really like this sound.

Sylvia Plath.

I cannot centre the video, it's highly irritating.

Circumlocution.

–noun 1. a roundabout or indirect way of speaking; the use of more words than necessary to express an idea.
2. a roundabout expression.

I HATE THIS USE OF LANGUAGE.

Indirect language can just fuck right off. Also Dropping hints, rambling on because you can't get to the point.

E.g. "I've got something to say..."

SAY IT THEN MOTHERFUCKINGBITCH.

I wish people were a bit more straightforward.

In the world of human beings death is uniform, while life varies.

I
I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh we can beat them
For ever and ever
Then we can be Heroes
Just for one day

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EXIT_(festival)

EXIT is the biggest music festival in South Eastern Europe. EXIT has taken place at a beautiful and magical fortress in Novi Sad, since 2001. Year after year the number of visitors is getting bigger; young people come from different parts of the country and Europe. Apart from quality music program that it offers, the festival is a place of wild fun, and you can enjoy the cool atmosphere of the fortress and the positive energy of the city.

Slobodan Milošević is not on the conversational cards here.

The boat of death today, it's a disgraceful voyage. Where will it end?

Please excuse my one-handed typing.
Still, Philistines.

Hahaha...

I adore this show, when I grow up...

I've not done this bloody blog thing in ages, so I might as well start off with a rant. I hate living in the UK, yes, you heard me it's absolute bollocks. The UK is depressing. Subjective opinion but whatever...

Considering becoming a stripper and actually get some real money. Unfortunately money is EVERYTHING, if you deny that you clearly have money. It gets you from A to B. There's no such thing as travelling without a few thousand. You're fucked.

Material objects don't really interest me as much, and a country will always be there. (Well.) Opportunities come, they go. Just like people, they come, they go. You just deal with it and say goodbye. Life is too short to give a shit.

Watergate Club, Berlin. Nostaliga.

Caress, caress, charisssss...