tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40898932024-03-07T10:01:05.398+00:00@uspic¡ous Fish¿!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger723125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-85874769246735141982011-04-09T07:50:00.000+01:002011-04-09T07:51:22.560+01:00For reference, I am writing here now - Sickmouthy.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1139393572316121892006-02-08T10:12:00.000+00:002006-02-08T10:12:52.333+00:00Been dead for some time now.Go away.NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1137416305775601242006-01-16T12:57:00.000+00:002006-01-16T12:58:25.786+00:00A strange week.If you live in South Africa and your friend Rob is at Exeter University and you sent him to come and say "hi" to me, "hi" back at you.NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1116429555367971222005-05-18T16:18:00.000+01:002005-05-18T16:19:15.426+01:00Once again back is the incredible...Because you asked for it, for some reason.The Enormous Embrace ExerciseOr; reasons to be woefulOr; the most misunderstood band in the worldOr; what the fuck were you thinking, N1ck S0uth@ll?Or; shut the fuck up and listen to my songOr; a song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On AcidHow the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1114158740546403962005-04-22T09:31:00.000+01:002005-04-22T09:32:20.546+01:00And the rest is history...I’ve not read a blog in months. Longer. I’ve posted only twice on this in the last 6 weeks or so. I’ve pretty much stopped posting on ILX. I’m still writing at Stylus (although nothing for a week or two after a flurry of activity in March) and I’m moderating at the Embrace forum and doing the occasional bits of stuff here, there and elsewhere in the meantime…ConsiderUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1113761444749836952005-04-17T19:10:00.000+01:002005-04-17T19:10:44.750+01:00Killed a DeerDriving home from the cinema at 9pm, doing about 55mph on the Exminster bypass and all of a sudden there's a deer in my headlights, yards from the front of the car. I slam the breaks on, Emma screams, the deer looks right at me and leaps out of the way and to safety on the other side of the road. I've barely stopped, in fact I don't think I quite have, when another deer leaps from Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1111050715868536042005-03-17T09:11:00.000+00:002005-03-17T09:11:55.876+00:00Retrieval part 2 (of many)And another one…Tell me all about 10-year-old youIt's 1989 and I live in the same house I have lived in since November 1979 when I was 6 months old, and which I still live in now as a 25-year-old. My two older brothers (I am youngest by 9 and 11 years) still live with us but not for long. In fact, JR (21) may have already moved out; certainly he and his long hair wont Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1111049598204977162005-03-17T08:53:00.000+00:002005-03-17T08:53:18.206+00:00RetrievalI’ve not used ILX properly in a couple of months. It seems to have totally lost something now. I always promised myself I’d never be one of those people who whinged about it being better in the old days; sadly it seems I now really think that. Several of the older posters have left too. I’m thinking of starting a new forum with Mr Passantino at some stage.But in the meantime, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1110194294853854742005-03-07T11:17:00.000+00:002005-03-07T11:18:14.916+00:00I am having an affair.Ah, London. Waterloo facilitated an Apex ticket, meaning an outlay of only £20 and something pence. It may take an hour longer than the Paddington route, but surely it’s worth it? Fuck knows, but eight hours on a train over the weekend is more than enough. To get up before 7 and head for another one to get into work this morning was almost too much.I love London, in an Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109238946904795482005-02-24T09:55:00.000+00:002005-02-24T09:55:46.906+00:00SoccerOn Tuesday I was bullied into playing football despite the hideous cold I’m currently getting over (last three days = gravely voice and occasional exorcism of flecks of phlegm via husky cough [ladies my voice is sexy] – worst part = last Thursday when it started with that awful sore throat which you just know presages a week or more of feeling like shit) because my brother had insisted we Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109153803831085942005-02-23T10:16:00.000+00:002005-02-23T10:16:43.836+00:00Eating cheese-on-toast at 10pmSome kind of fucked-up, left-hand-drive Aston Martin Vanquish or something, automatic too, took me a while to figure out how to deal with it, how to get it to accelerate really fast, two of them, one with a pointy front. I think I preferred the non-pointy one, but drove the pointy one more. Not sure why. A tiny orb of plutonium or something in some kind of weird Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109016413071159932005-02-21T20:00:00.000+00:002005-02-21T20:06:53.073+00:00RIPOh yeah - this guy I know of, had a monkey in his pocket once, I think it was drunk, I think it had been sick in his pocket, he was drunk as well, we were in San Diego I think, that summer was kinda blurred but we were definitely there - anyway, this guy was a writer, or something, looked like a bum to me but what the hell, sometimes you can't tell, you know? I've seen professors who look Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109011478632271252005-02-21T18:44:00.000+00:002005-02-21T18:44:38.636+00:00We all love the party.karim says:sickSick Mouthy says:golrimkarim says:i fucking love bloc party so muchkarim says:my godkarim says:i'm obsessedSick Mouthy says:you need patrick wolf in your lifekarim says:i can't believe J didn't enthuse about them moreSick Mouthy says:have you got all the b-sides?karim says:months agokarim says:i've got little thoughtsSick Mouthy says:ALL OF THEMkarim says:Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109005848976141332005-02-21T17:10:00.000+00:002005-02-21T17:10:48.976+00:00Sitting on a cornflakeThere’s a British character actor, portly, miserable-looking, late 30s, early 40s, who played the devil (possibly) in Russell T Davies’ The Second Coming, the vaguely controversial, sub-His Dark Materials religious drama broadcast on ITV early in 2003. He’s also in early Doors, among others things. He’s called Mark Benton, and a guy on my train looks just like him, only Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1108547674118467722005-02-16T09:54:00.000+00:002005-02-16T09:54:34.123+00:00Slight ReturnI knew I was having a shit game when I nutmegged two defenders in a row, turned into space, and put my foot through the ball as hard as I fucking could (which is pretty hard) only to see it sail six inches over the bar. I had a few decent touches, made a lot of runs, had a couple of shots which hit the wrong side of the post, made a few decent passes, but nothing come off, nothing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106561810404621492005-01-24T10:16:00.000+00:002005-01-24T10:16:50.403+00:00Cat
So we finally had our pet cat put down yesterday. She was 21.
NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106264210587721722005-01-20T23:35:00.000+00:002005-01-20T23:36:50.586+00:00NNNNOOOOOOOOooooooo......
Not fucking that! You bastards!!!
NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106218028910634252005-01-20T10:46:00.000+00:002005-01-20T10:47:08.910+00:00Back of the net / Aberdeen
I was going to say that Wayne Rooney couldn’t score in an old peoples’ home, but on the stroke of 87 minutes he proved me wrong, the wee bastard. Exeter did themselves great credit up until that moment – ten minutes of shellshock at the off notwithstanding. I watched the game in the pub in Teignmouth and the atmosphere was electric; they stopped the schedule for Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106049709799023332005-01-18T11:41:00.000+00:002005-01-18T12:01:49.800+00:00Comments
Specifically those at Stylus and even more specifically this one;
Posted 01/18/2005 - 06:30:24 AM by BeeOKay:
"Let's hope this fares better than the Singles list, right?" Especially when you have a writer openly say I have listened to more B.S. pop than the Super Furry Animals. SFA are the best band in the world today, hands down, IMO.
from the bottom of the Top 50 Albums of the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105967295486081902005-01-17T13:58:00.000+00:002005-01-17T13:08:15.486+00:00Defeat
I can't deal with people who seem scared of life. Is that bad? Life isn't there to be scared of.
NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105966210066197502005-01-17T13:48:00.000+00:002005-01-17T12:50:10.066+00:00Overheard
"I can't do poetry; I can't read things into it."
NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105962994591295152005-01-17T11:56:00.000+00:002005-01-17T11:56:34.590+00:00The God Man
The God Man intrigues me more than almost any other passenger, I think. Certainly more than big-nose kid, whose nose is so desperate to get away from his head that it appears to be mere seconds away from jumping off his face. I’m sure, in a few years, when his countenance has found the measure of his head and adjusted accordingly, when he’s worn it in a touch more, it won’t look Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105610918150817402005-01-13T10:06:00.000+00:002005-01-13T10:10:39.986+00:00MORE FUCKING SONGS BY THAT BAND (look away if you hate Embrace) (or don't actually - read it and then listen to them again and see if you still hate them)
This Is Part Eight (8!) Of The Enormous Embrace Exercise
A song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On Acid
More B-sides, this time for the release of “Looking As You Are”,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105006431269494432005-01-06T09:55:00.000+00:002005-01-06T10:13:51.270+00:00Silence
The only thing I agree with Starsailor about is that "silence is easy". Three minutes of silence yesterday wasn't for people in South Asia whose homes, lives and families have been obliterated by nature; it was for the people in Britain and elsewhere in the Western world who stood still for the sake of feeling a little better about themselves. Silence helps NO ONE except the silent, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1104707593031217782005-01-02T23:12:00.000+00:002005-01-02T23:13:13.030+00:00Bloc Party
All those things that people have said are actually true. They make my eyes feel too big for my head.
NJSUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1