Monday, March 31, 2008

Aaaargh... the trip south, subsequent extended conned-puter problems and doing two 6am stints at the stalag this past weekend has kind of taken it's toll. Add the clocks going forward, a stinker of a cold and a red raw schnozzle into the mix and you've got a recipe for a right pisser.

Is it really just over a week since The Sonics? Seems like bloody forever ago...

I passed out in front of that Joe Strummer doc last night but will endeavour to watch the whole thing again. It has to be said though, it's pretty dull. When Boner from U2 comes on, you know it's time to go and pour a cup of something. I walked past him in East Berlin once you know.

Somebody told be that this was better than "The Filth and the Fury". That is, no pun intended - really - bollocks. It does indicate to me that my relative indifference toward The Clash has been completely vindicated. One thing that is evident is that Simenon spits/spat a lot and that is neither big nor clever. Clarty blighter.

Anyway, I have a couple of pressing tasks to undertake, then I have to attend to my facebook exit. I'm being encouraged to ditch the applications and stay on there but that's unlikely. The urge to make like my Razzia pals and bale is strong.