A trifle deaf

Had a pretty bizarre day today.

Poems, Cider and TV cameras seemed to be the theme of my day.

I'm having some issues with my memory. I keep thinking of things that I'm going to write on this thing, then when it comes down to it. I get a mental block.

So this is an extract from my notebook. Which I wrote after a few Irish Ciders... (In no particular chronology).

"Crazy girl in the poetry place. She just stood up, infront of the crowd and began to put innumerable pieces of bubble gum into her mouth. With which she then proceeded to blow bubbles with said gum. Now, I'm all for art and freedom of expression - But that just weirded me out.

Ok, now the girl who has been sat next to be for the whole time (who i've probably been incessantly annoying with the creaking of my leather jacket), has gotten up and is now doing some poetry about 'perspective'. I like the way she projects herself. It's good. Why am I suddenly into this? She is wearing glasses and a wonderful purple top. I kind of want to play some Sudoku - but that's probably equally as rude as me writing this crap in my notebook.

Mike stole a spoon without realising it. He felt bad, so he thought about taking it back - but didn't. So we ate Emma's trifle in an O'Neils pub."

Birdcagey

Happy Saturday... or Sunday? I'm not quite sure what day it is. I was convinced it was Sunday when I opened my bleary eyes this morning. The sun was shining though, which was nice.

Anyway, I'm gonna go with Saturday.

Old man pubs are the future. If you've never visited The Birdcage in Hackney/Shoreditch - you haven't LIVED! Proper east end pub.

The Old Blue last makes me feel weird. Why is everyone into dance music these days? How very queer. Whatever happened to kids dancing to 'Last night' by the Strokes?

Golden Eyes

Landan town is great.  I love it.  But not the night buses.  Man, they dry me out.

Having a shit boring job has made/forced me to rediscover my love for drawing really crap inanimate objects.  Mainly things that are on my desk, such as my phone for example.  Which i'm sure you can agree is very boring.  Also my Welsh mug (Even though I am not Welsh, I don't know why I even have this mug.  Possibly for comedy value - not that being Welsh is of any comedic value..) and those weird stationary holder things.  Which house paperclips, spare change and other office paraphernalia.

Just recently, I have become completely obsessed with rubbish 80s Power Pop.  The fact that it's so rubbish actually makes it so so good!  I also can't stop listening to Golden Eye by Tina Turner.

Get on it!