Monday, August 30, 2004
And then that's it...
I got my bike out yesterday for the first time in, well I was claiming 18 months, but I think it's actually 2 years. I cycled about 8 miles last night. The jelly legs and nearly-blistered hands aren't the problem though. The problem is the fact that I can't sit down because my arse is sore from the saddle. Still, I got to take some amazing photos.
Photos. Aye. And there's the rub. Fed up of words. Prefer images at the moment.
And stop dissing Paula Radcliff. "Quitting isn't the British way!" Yeah, well shit, neither is WINNING and Paula went there to win. Once she realised she wasn't going to win and she was in danger of fucking her body on a level you and I CAN NOT IMAGINE, she stopped, and fair play to her for that. Had the 10,000 metres been before the marathon then yes, she would have stood a much better chance at both, but to run 22 miles in searing heat, mentally and physicaly collapse, and then try and run 10,000 metres in competition conditions just five days later, not a chance.
Bjork album is incredible, especially the bit in the beatbox techno choir number when someone starts doing pussy cat impressions. Ghostface album is also great so far. LL Cool J album has a handful of good tracks.
But yeah. The rub? I reckon I've got another year of writing about music left. I've run out of things to say, things to write. Or at least I feel that way right now, about music. No one fucking cares anyway, outside of the few hundred people who read ILM. People just want you to tell them whether to buy something or not.
If I've not made serious progress on starting that novel by the time I'm 27, feel free to hit me.
8/30/2004 06:11:00 pm