Christ, I’m getting crap at writing my crap on my scrappy crappy blog.
Blackpool was great last week and New Order were unusually cheerful and even did an encore. Factory no-hopers Section 25 supported and were awful. I got drunk on cider and awoke on our sofa at 2am with a peanut butter smeared mouth. Darren bought me The Fall Peel Sessions box set as a gift but I can’t listen to it in the car (or when he’s in the house) as he hates The Fall (pity him for he is but a fule). I also like the new Robbie album. Stuff at work is still in turmoil but big decisions will be made by important folk with big bags of money in the next two weeks. My future plans include walking dogs, plumbing, buying a pub, driving a bus/fork lift truck, signing-on, clinical depression, make-up artist, rich mans fat play thing and death. Nice things to look forward to include two weeks at Disney World in December (I’m trying not to focus too much on the fact that my Mum and Dad are coming with us, thankfully in a different hotel), a new job (I suppose), Christmas (we love Christmas), a new house (Hebden Bridge vs Lytham?), 32w jeans, Michael Clark resurrecting his Mmm at The Barbican this Saturday and the new Tim Burton film (set in the 1960’s and looks like it might be right up my strasse). See you all in the future.