Let's All Go On A Bear Hunt

I'm going to be living on the same street as the famed '23 Meteor Street' house from Spaced.




I don't know who that man is.

That is all.

I'm reposting this here from the other one because it took so bloody long to write...

...and so without further ado (Lorna will probably like this one)...

"I stole this idea from another blog. That's right. It's not my idea. Just to clarify; Making a list of favourite songs is NOT EVEN REMOTELY ORIGINAL...in case you thought otherwise.

But i'm going to do it anyway, partly because i like music, and partly because i feel like it's my responsibility as a member of society. Besides, most culture in 'the noughties' is nothing more than glorified playlisting.

The sole criteria for the tracks is that they were released (in one fashion or another) within the confines of 2008. Links will be included as often as i can be bothered.

25. The Black Keys - Strange Times

A band that i haven't listened to a whole lot, but i have an incomprehensible affection for, and feel like i should champion.

As the ancestral genre that spawned a little thing that i like to call pop music, the blues should be treasured and furthered at every oppurtunity. The Black Keys accomplish what Jack White has been trying to for years and manage to modernise the blues whilst creating something truly of its time.

Youtube link.

24. R.E.M. - Supernatural Superserious

The album wasn't a return to form for R.E.M., no siree, this song was though. It has everything; The (brilliantly) cliched lyrics, the killer guitar riff and above all, Michael Stype's inimitable voice. Could've been on Automatic For The People.

Myspace link.

23. The Futureheads - Radio Heart

Barry Hyde introduced this as "...a song about a girl who has a radio instead of a heart.", and who am i to disagree? I don't so much like this for the music, but because of what it stands for: The Futureheads recovering from being dropped by a major label and managing to self release a not-half-bad third album. Even so, it's pretty darn catchy.

Ready, steady, put on your best Geordie accent...go!

A girl with a radio heaaaart....

Youtube link.

22. Beck - Gamma Ray

I was so pleased that Beck released a decent new album last year that i would've included this above much better tracks, and maybe i did. I've always liked Beck, even during his rough patches (see Guero) and now that he's cool again i get to rub this in everbody's collective face. The partnership with Ceel-Lo is a match made in heaven. Gamma Ray, with its repetitive, slightly off-kilter melody and bizarre lyric (With the transistor sound/And my Chevrolet terraplane/Going round, round, round) is just the right length at 2:57. A weirdly sinister nugget of pop.

Myspace link.

21. Luke Temple - More Than Muscle

Luke Temple is an artist who i'm probably not quite cool enough to like. Certainly, everything i've heard about him exudes hipster chic. A painter from Brooklyn, he allegedly earned a living by painting murals on the walls of wealthy Brooklynite's flats. His quite startlingly feminine falsetto is a bit of an aquired taste.

Myspace link.

20. Sigur Ros - Gobbledigook

Sigur Ros, in a move that must have shocked many of their loyal followers, myself included, release something completely different. It's rollicking, folky and best of all it's fun. Nothing like the Sigur Ros you know and love from panoramic BBC 2 adverts, and, some might say, myself included, a massive improvement.

Myspace link.

19. Future Of The Left - The Hope That House Built

I'm afraid i don't have much to say about this song, i just desperately wanted to include something by Future Of The Left and this happened to be the only new thing they released last year. Future Of The Left are one of the bands that appeal to my primordial, masculine instinct to just rock the fuck out.

Myspace link.

18. Extra Life - The Refrain

Pretty much one of the most bizarre pop songs i've heard all year. The vocals are supposedly inspired by Gregorian chanting. It all sounds strangely flat and abrasive, which adds to its strange charm, i think.

www.myspace.com/extralifetheband

17. Of Montreal - Wicked Wisdom

"I'm a mother fuckin' headliner bitch you don't even know it..."

Of Montreal continue to tickle me with their sheer audacity. A great, tongue-in-cheek opening makes way for what seem like hundreds of shifts in style and in rhythm. The Queen-esque chorus is a particular highlight.

Last.fm link.

16. Vampire Weekend - Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa

I'm a little embarrassed to have VW appearing on this list, but i'd be lying to myself if i didn't say that Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa was one of my tracks of the year. It's a wonderfully nostalgic, upbeat little musical reminiscence, and anything that name-checks Peter Gabriel is alright in my book.

Youtube link.

15. The Week That Was - Scratch The Surface

Forever a Field Music fanboy, i was always going to like Peter Brewis' next project, no matter how it sounded. I've had the privelege of being present at this band's debut and many of its concurrent gigs and they are absolutely blistering live. The machine-like rhythm of this song works in tandem with Peter's angry, sometimes taunting vocal to create a beautifully unsettling soundscape. Clearly inspired by Peter Gabriel.

Youtube link.

14. Deerhunter - Never Stops

Deerhunter do majestic things with four notes, and this song is a prime example. It makes me want to go out into the world and really do things; It's wonderfully uplifting. I love the contrast of the lubricious vocal over the percussive, abrasive instrumental.

Myspace Link.

13. Deerhoof - The Tears And Music Of Love

Brilliant name for a song. I'd stick this in here on the strength of that alone (my standards are obviously pretty low). It does help that the cock-rock, pelvic thrust of the guitar riff provides a glorious contrast to Satomi Matsuzaki's fragile vocal. If you know Deerhoof, you probably know what this is going to sound like without me having to tell you; This is no bad thing. Expect to flit between hyper-condensed chaos and minimal beauty.

Youtube link (live)

12. Portishead - The Rip

Not a happy song by any stretch of the imagination; It's a good one to curl up to on a cold day, for lack of another person. Half-way through, and the delicate guitar picking melds seamlessly into oscillating synths. I didn't even notice the first time round, the song held me in a dream-like state, enraptured. Beth Gibbon's voice never fails to astound me, and is more touching, elegant and human here than ever.

Youtube link.

11. Cryptacize - No Coins

Oho, cue a sly little reference to the Ongoing economic crisis! Oho! Sadly, the song isn't even remotely political; It was recorded and released before 'credit crunch' was ever even coined. Oh my god, i can't stop the puns!

What No Coins is however, is an elegant pairing of a delicate female vocal and sparse, jangly electric guitar. The arrangement is as near perfect as it's possible to get. The melodies are sparkling and effortless. I don't know what this song is really about, and i don't really care; This is what pop music should sound like.

Wow, I didn't even know that Cryptacize had an album out until i compiled this list. Time to BUY.

Myspace link.

10. Yohoghani - Time Passes By

Ok, so i'm quite plainly flouting my own criteria now. Yohoghani's eponymous album was definitely released in 2007. Charmingly, i was emailed it in zip. format by the singer. I would be exaggerating if i said that this band were overlooked critical darlings...They were my critical darling, but shockingly, they've managed to be overlooked by pretty much everyone. I've listened to this a lot this year, and i love to champion an Underdog, so i'm going to include it all the same. And bully to you for not knowing who Yohoghani are.

Myspace link.

09. Grizzly Bear - Two Weeks

Ever since Yellow House i've been waiting with baited breath for Grizzly Bear's next studio album. In fact, much of 2008 was characterised by sitting at a desk, waiting, baiting my breath. This appeared on Youtube way back in July, and even though i hate listening to music on Youtube, I listen to this at least once every few days. The crooning vocal, the euphoric chorus, the sweeping arpeggios...it really floated my boat. And continues to do so.

Youtube link.

08. Of Montreal - An Eluardian Instance

Of Montreal may very well be the band of 2008 for me. There's no doubt that i'm late to the Of Montreal Party, but i'm a lot earlier than most in this uniquely reserved part of the world. If The Scissor Sisters, Patrick Wolf and the ghost of Freddy Mercury all had a massive orgy in a palace made out of fabulous, and this was all somehow chanelled into a record, it would sound like this.

Live on Letterman

07. The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely

The album is mediocre and a little self-indulgent, but i never seem to tire of the exhilirating title track. The guitar riff is extremely simple and works stupidly well, the vocals are just about angsty enough without being overbearing. By accident or intention The Raconteurs have managed to craft one of the best rock songs of 2008.

Youtube link (live).

08. Fleet Foxes - He Doesn't Know Why

Fleet Foxes are about as Dad-ish as Dad-rock gets. Reminiscent of such Dad-radio staples as America and The Beach Boys, Fleet Foxes are bearded, melodious, harmonious, bearded...did i already say that one? As it happens, i bought my Dad the album for Christmas and he fucking loved it.

I say all this partly in jest, as i genuinely love this band. I saw them at the Shepherd Bush Empire 'bout a month back and they managed to reduce an otherwise rowdy crowd of thousands to reverant silence. Seeing them live is a spiritual experience - The harmonies that just sound plain nice on the record sound magical and brutal in a live setting; they genuinely gave me the shivers. Fittingly, i have no idea why He Doesn't Know Why happens to be my favourite track from the album; i like to think that it typifies the soaring, spine-tingling nature of the live experience.

Youtube link

07. Bon Iver - Flume

No doubt you all love Bon Iver now, you band wagon hoppers, you scene surfers...I'll forgive you just this once though, although i was digging this long before it hit the mainstream, i'm proud to say. Bon Iver's ballad-spinnery deserves all the mainstream appeal and plaudits that come to it. Something really special.

Youtube Link.

06. Deerhunter - Microcastle

One part Doo-wop, one part Bends era Radiohead and 3 parts awesome. "So that's five parts altogether then" you think, "Why five parts?". Five people in the band, like duuuh.

Youtube link. (ignore the video, if possible).

05. Spoon - Don't You Evah

It's a cover, but it's so ridiculously good that you won't care. Technically, this is a thoroughly 2007 song, but seeing as it was re-released as part of the eponymous EP i feel justified in including it (that, and it's ridiculously good). The bass-line is just delicious; I want to eat it. The arrangement is gloriously minimal. This song is supremely danceable.

Myspace link.

04. Yeasayer - 2080

Nobody even remotely self-concious could write a song as openly ridiculous and fantastic as 2080.

Myspace link.

03. Radiohead - Nude

With Nude Radiohead finally achieve something that they've been attempting since the Kid A era: They totally transcend pop music. Please excuse the hyperbole - I'm likely to spout it whenever Radiohead come up, but Nude is genuinely a thing of beauty and unlike other pop songs. Everybody should hear this at least once.

Youtube link.

02. School Of Language - Dissapointment '99

Three words: Ooh Ooh Ooooh...You gotta listen to the song to understand, man.

You know it's good when three, instantly-recognisable notes blossom into an elaborate in-joke between friends.

Myspace link

01. Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

Nick Cave is my hero. There, i said it. I want to grow a big, handlebar moustache in tribute to him.

That took a while.

I've got a few descriptions to polish off, but i really should go to the library now. I've decided to post what i've got so far for you eager beavers, but i'll finish off this mother of a post this evening. "

I've started blogging again, God help me...but not here no siree, these days i blog with the shiny happy people over at blogspot, livejournal just doesn't cut it anymore.

I encourage you to join me in this brave new world. I'll be posting the podcast and various journalistic stuff on there, as well as the usual self-indulgent blogosphere nonsense. And here it is.

...yeah, so listen to my radio show on Friday at 10AM; Listen to it here:

www.rarefm.co.uk

If you don't, i doubt anything really bad will happen.

It's at the Royalty in Sunderland.

Blah!

Yes, well...i'm hesitant to call it a 'party', but since i'm stuck inside all on my lonesome i'm inviting everyone and their aunties to bring some alcohol and otherwise socialise. You will need to bring something to drink, as i genuinely have just about enough for myself.

So, yeah, Friday. Give me a ring on my home number/leave me a message/ask marie if you need directions. It's pretty easy to get to if you have access to a metro station. Let's say '7-ish', which safely covers a myriad of possible times of entry. I hope i haven't forgotten to tell anyone who i should've called, cause if i have then some shits gonna go down.

I'll be playing with Richard as 'Forts' on Thursday at The Douglas Vaults, which is just off Kings Street (south shields) opposite Lloyds TSB. You've probably already been invited on facebook but what the hey. It's a half-an-hour set starting around 9, it includes progressive ambience, comedy blues and darlek rapping, there's going to be two other bands on as well. Most likely we aren't going to be very good but it would be nice to see some friendly faces.

As a favour to a friend, i'm stepping in to play bass for Our Imaginary Friends for their gig on Thursday, you can listen to them here: www.myspace.com/ourimaginaryfriends

Hopefully i'll also be inhabiting a brief support slot, it would be lovely if a couple of you would like to come along. It's at The Three Tuns in Gateshead, starting at seven.

I don't believe i told many of you, but i had a combination open day/interview with UCL yesterday; I was extremely impressed by nearly every aspect of the campus, even if the whole place made me feel like a bumbling yokel. It's right next to the BT Tower and labyrinthian in scale, yet surprisingly compact, there seems to be an awful lot of construction work going on and the buildings are are mixture of old and majestic with shiny and new. The library in particular is sprawling and ancient and reminded me of the library from The Unseen University in Discworld, with the notable and unfortunate exception of an orangutang. There are two unions (one specifically for the university college and one for the university of london, both of which are technically UCL's unions), one of which has a 50m swimming pool, which made me very happy, there's also a massive theatre on the UCL main campus, which also has a few bars and a cinema inside.

The linguistics department are currently in the process of moving into their own building (of the Georgian variety) which is beautiful and has all of the shiny technology i could ever wish for. The interview itself was resoundingly strange, and entailed sitting opposite an eerily calm professor, who asked me in a very low tone, completely devoid of emotion "Mr...Elliott...could you, uh, tell me a little about yourself?", and subsequently let me talk for 15 minutes whilst never breaking eye contact. Suffice to say i was somewhat taken aback when the interview was over, but i must've done well because i recieved an email today from the department stating that, unofficially, they want to offer me a place.

I can't bring myself to relax before they send me the official offer, but if everything works out London's going to be where i'm heading come September. I'd be extremely chuffed to get on the course as the intake is only 24 students per year, and there are 10 full time staff, which is a pretty favourable ratio. So a feeling of tentative triumph in this corner.

I can, and that knife's name is June. I sincerely hope that i can exercise the necessary amount of restraint to save up all the money i need from now until then, the unfortunate thing about having a substantially larger bank balance than i'm used to is the ease with which i can wave a piece of plastic in someone's face and get what i want. It's like being jedi, no wait, a sith (a jedi would never use the force for personal gain, i deftly sidestepped that potential pitfall). When i go against the impulse to spend i go against man's nature to get what he wants, oh woe is me and all that.

Now i bet you're thinking "Gee, he sure has it bad" whilst sipping macaroni cheese from a yoghurt pot, or whatever it is that you skint student-types do, but believe me when i say i simply can't wait to join you in that special place come september, as i'm definitely not cut out for the 'real world' which seems to largely consist of filling out forms on paper which isn't white, and doesn't quite resemble anything within the visible spectrum. I've managed to unconciously develop several jingles which i use as memory aids for my national insurance number and my bank account details, the juxtaposition of a jolly pop hook with cold hard figures is a fitting metaphor for the joyless grin of modern society.

Today was spent drinking green tea and attempting to do some writing in an almost painfully self-concious-of-how-bohemian-it-is cafe near RPM, and i am fully aware of the grammatical inconsistencies in this sentence and the majority of this entry. I exited after approximately 3 hours, leaving a rather frightened duty manager and with a considerably lighter brain, unfortunately all i have to show for it is a short story seemingly about cavemen, which surprised me more than it really should.

Songs are coming along very well, and seem to be taking a Nick Drake turn, if Nick Cave wrote the lyrics to a Nick Drake song, whilst being channelled by me.

I'm fully aware that i've went on about me and what i've been doing, i'm not ashamed of this because, let's face it, i'm the most important thing in my universe. Honourable mention goes to Natalie...today Natalie, today you're practically a planetary body, and i hope you had happiest of birthdays. I apologise for not making the party as i was inescapably Geographically indisposed at the time, that is to say i was in Scotland.

Now listen to this song yeah, or this girl yeah, from like, the Grudge yeah? She'll come yeah and she'll delete the first 10 song on your ipod playlist and then say something offensive about your mother. Now copy and paste this to all of your friends or you'll wake up tomorrow morning and realise that you're actually a cunt.

Spoon are swiftly becoming one of my very favourite bands.



I've no doubt forced my music upon many of you already, but my band (Forts) have a fairly humble gig booked for the 28th March. If any of you are interested in coming just drop me a line or something. I'll also be playing some songs on newcastle student radio at anytime between 7pm-8pm next Friday, so by all means tune in if you have nothing better to do :-)

Watch Dexter you mindless cretins, it's really rather good. It's on ITV though so it involves overcoming a certain amount of disgust as you change the channel...unless of course you were one of those poor souls who actually watched ITV before this was on, you have my pity.



"People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well, that's my burden, I guess."

Those lovely fantastic bastards at Newcastle university decided to send me two unconditional offers in the post today, one for Linguistics with Japanese and one for English Language. They aren't my first choices but i cannot fully convey the immense relief it is to recieve two unconditional offers and know that whatever happens, i'm definitely going to university next year. All of my paranoid, irrational fears have been put to rest and it genuinely feels like a weight has been lifted. Liberated, that's how i feel. Feelings, emotions, all that crap, everything is nice and good.

In other news i'm still another £500 off my monetary target for Europe gallavanting, but once i get a new job that shouldn't be a problem. The resits haven't went so well but right now i couldn't give a flying fuck. It's amazing the difference that a day can make.

Yeah, so...my life's shit. I was sitting in class today and the teacher (facist) started rubbing the board down. The words just , like, dissapeared. It was like he was killing the words, all of the beautiful letters, it was...like they had never even been written at all. It was literary fucking genocide. I was so depressed after that, all i could think about for the rest of the day was death, i just had to go to private study and quietly weep to myself.

Oh yeah, and i hate everyone. Especially people with names like all of the people i know. God, i just hate them. And i hope you're all reading this, it's not my fault i'm so in-touch with my emotions, you don't have to ridicule me just because i'm not a conformist. I found out that one of my 'friends' likes to sing along to the theme tune of Happy Days today. Just as i thought i was fitting in, coming out of my shell, and it's like everything i've ever known has been turned upside down. You think you know people, but they'll wait until you turn your back and then stab your with their bloody knives of betrayal. That reminds me of an MCR song actually.

God, i just hate it when people sing along to the theme tune of Happy Days.

I offered someone a fruit pastel today and they said "no thanks". I mean, can you believe it? It may sound completely innocuous, but believe me, it was a reply just filled with malice. It was like a metaphor for how nobody understands me. It was a red fruit pastel as well, and they're my favourites.

If anybody wants some, then go ahead and leave a comment and i'll leave an equally hate filled comment.

After staring at online thesaurus' and hovering over the 'delete' key ever since getting home, i've only just finished my UCAS. Well...i'm pretty sure i'm finished, i think. It's amazing that i even managed to get under the word limit, considering that my original draft was nigh on 8 pages, and this has nothing to do with how much i have to write about but the fact that i'm incredibly and unnecessarily verbose, which is a terrible affliction to have.

I suppose that i should be feeling optimistic now that it's out of the way (i hope), but i'm in a foul mood and i can't help thinking that i'm not going to get any offers at all. Bah.

Louise: i taped the first two episodes of torchwood if you still need/want them. Let me know.

My stupid phone has decided to stop working....well, the phone itself works but the only key which actually does anything is the on/off key. I'm infuriated as i want to go out tonight but i can't get in touch with Georgina (as i can't access her number) and if she rings me she won't get a response. If any joseys people read this with my home no. please please ring me/get in touch with me somehow and give me her number.

I'm no longer definitely doing General Engineering at Uni...it's now a toss-up between that, astrophysics, aeronautics, renewable energy/engineering, physics/engineering and architecture. I think that's all of them.

Bah, ucas is incredibly frustrating.

I felt like watching Star Wars Episode 1 this evening, and so i did. It isn't nearly as bad as everyone makes it out to be. I mean, aside from the milky bar kid in the lead role (i curse the name Jake Loyd)...and, er, the least funny comedy turn since the Ewoks...not to mention the sometimes laughably poor dialogue, mostly delivered by the aforementioned:

"Are you an angel?"

"Mesa day startin pretty okee-day with a brisky morning munchy, then BOOM! Gettin very scared and grabbin that Jedi and POW! Mesa here! Mesa gettin' very very scared!

On the other hand, Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor make a brilliant comedy duo, although i'm not sure whether this is intentional on the writer's part.

It's really not that bad though, Peter Serafinowicz stars in one of his most recognisable roles, not that many people know that Dwayne from Spaced does the voice of Darth Maul.

George also manages to fight racial stigma by giving the greedy, corrupt Nemodian villains stereotypical Asian accents.

Interestingly, both Sofia Coppola and Kiera Knightly have silent bit-parts as hand-maidens. Andrew Secombe based his vocal performance of Watto on Alec Guinness' performance as Fagin in Oliver Twist. So essentially, Anakin is passed from one Alec Guinness impersonator at the beginning of the film to another one at the end (!).

Well, that was fun, i think i've expended most of my geekyness for one evening. It's relatively pathetic that as my initial agenda for today consisted of all manner of important things including doing my personal statement and starting my english coursework, this is the only noteworthy thing that i've managed to accomplish.

I've decided to lunge out of my livejournal lethargy to heartily recommend to all you hoes (yes, the gardening implement) a rather special film that i have just returned from watching. The film in question is "Children Of Men" and in my opinion it was really quite good.

Although it portrays a dystopian future (which of course, has never been done before) it does so in a startlingly original and refereshingly blunt fashion and offered far beyond anything that i was expecting from it. This was a wholly British film and its portrayal of the country in the near future seemed incredibly realistic and believeable, the violence was dealt out recklessly and handled in such a blunt manner by the director that in lent to the visual horror, even though the violence itself was not completely gratuitous.

The visual imagery present wasn't entirely subtle but was still fairly effective, my favourite had to be the direct reference to Storm Thorgerson's "Animals" artwork, complete with the inflatable pig hovering above industrial chimneys. Product placement was correct and present but was used in a way reminiscent to that of minority report, and seemed more of an intentional placement to lend to the realism of the film as opposed to a marketing ploy. It certainly was anything but a marketing ploy for the renault megane used as an escape vehicle. Although the film deals with controversial themes such as immigrants and terrorism, i never felt that the director was in any way "cashing in" on the current climate.

Whilst the performances didn't quite match the brilliance of the visuals, i was pleasantly surprised by Clive Owen's portrayal of a jaded, cynical former political activist. Michael Caine really stole the show, his role lent the film some humour and was memorably eccentric.

The soundtrack was pretty brilliant...which was good, 'cause i can never enjoy a film with a poor soundtrack. Although the film was largely without a score in the traditional sense (i'm not entirely sure about this actually...at least, i don't remember there being one) there were some great uses of contemporary and modern music, my personal highlight being the choice of radiohead's life in a glass house as the background ambience during some of Michael Caine's extended dialogue.

I realise i sound like a bit of a pretentious twat, but i don't have anyone other than this little box to enthuse on the merits of pretentious stuff like this to. I suppose i should end this for the good of everyone involved. Seriously though, go see this, it's serious and thought provoking, but in a good way. It's in no sense boring and is one of the few films that i can give the accolade to of being too short.

Since i've started this i suppose i better natter on about some other crap.

Let me see, how is my life? It's as good as can be expected, i suppose, aside from some bizarre stand-out incidents which leave me completely at a loss. Thankfully the source of my bemusement generally seems to be other people, so i don't suppose i have much to worry about.

Other things that bemuse me: the impulse that lead to me auditioning for a fairly major role in play, the part in question i then proceeded to recieve (then again, i was one of only two people auditioning for it). I should point out that my only previous acting experience is as the Gold King in a startlingly original take on the nativity during my infancy. Then again, it's always good to branch out, i actually find myself looking forward to the challenge that Sarah will inevitably face whilst trying to turn me into an actor. Another thing that bemuses me, i'm feeling bizarrely in need of a woman at the moment (let me never need use the phrase "in need of a woman" again, it reminds me of Zapp Brannigan from futurama) stupid hormones. Another thing that bemuses me: surely LEGO would be a far more practical method of construction than say, bricks and mortar. Why is the possibility of giant LEGO houses not put into practice?

I'm in the continuous process of building a series of psychadelic-folk songs based around the concept of the degeneration of modern society, or something...i haven't actually decided yet. They have a lot of chords in them though, which is good. I'm having a competetion with myself to see how many chords i can fit into one song without it sounding like experimental jazz.

What else do i have to talk about...oh yes, i've finally decided what i want to do with the rest of my life, and it's incredibly uninteresting i'm afraid. I'm planning on applying for the general engineering masters course at Durham, if i don't get it i'll cry. I still haven't decided whether i want to take a gap year or not, or even what i'd do if i did take a gap year. I wish that someone would just decide for me sometimes. That's probably my dormant need to be looked after or something, i probably should see someone about that. Although, doesn't everyone have a dormant need to be looked after? The prospect of being 6 months old again must be the most appealing thing imaginable, or maybe i'm just weird. It's got nothing to do with the breast-feeding either, although it was said that all male children want to kill their fathers and marry their mother. Although, it was Freud who said that and he was a bit of a weirdo. He had a beard too.

Now i really sound strange, and i'd forgotten how much i enjoyed rambling when there's nobody to tell me to stop.