Kiss of the ciderwoman
Mar. 15th, 2004 01:19 pmThe weekend pretty much ruled: I'm a steelworker. I kill what I eat. (Well, not really. But why let reality stand in the way of a chance to borrow a Big Black lyric?)
It's always fun to be parked up in dodgy areas of Bristol at stupid-AM with strange young women, opposite a sign reading 'Kerb crawlers will be arrested'. I should probably do that sort of thing more often.
I also have Important Historical Documents. (A copy of the NME from 1982) Southern Death Cult as second support, an impenetrable Cabaret Voltaire review by Paul Morley and New Order at the top end of the indie chart (Temptation). Things were as I remember them.
[FX: Phonecall from Northern Tool. My wheels are on the way. There can now be a Sonic Attack. (Hey, playing 'Masters of the universe' seemed like a good idea at the time.)]
And now: web-based terribleness.
Ben Hammersley links to this, which contains a link to this. I'll probably end up buying the Paco Underhill in question, if only so I may cheerfully recognise and dissect my enemy and his motivations. Hateful places filled with nastiness and dreadful spherical people, they contain nothing that sensible people might want for.
It's always fun to be parked up in dodgy areas of Bristol at stupid-AM with strange young women, opposite a sign reading 'Kerb crawlers will be arrested'. I should probably do that sort of thing more often.
I also have Important Historical Documents. (A copy of the NME from 1982) Southern Death Cult as second support, an impenetrable Cabaret Voltaire review by Paul Morley and New Order at the top end of the indie chart (Temptation). Things were as I remember them.
[FX: Phonecall from Northern Tool. My wheels are on the way. There can now be a Sonic Attack. (Hey, playing 'Masters of the universe' seemed like a good idea at the time.)]
And now: web-based terribleness.
Ben Hammersley links to this, which contains a link to this. I'll probably end up buying the Paco Underhill in question, if only so I may cheerfully recognise and dissect my enemy and his motivations. Hateful places filled with nastiness and dreadful spherical people, they contain nothing that sensible people might want for.