Procrastinating on the Beach
Dear readers, I’m sorry that I haven’t written earlier. I should say that being immersed in intense revision for my upcoming finals has kept me from updating my blog, when in truth the reason boils down to nothing more strenuous than the simple yet embarrassing fact that I have, head over flip-flops, gotten into The O.C.. For those of you whose televisions – or meaningful lives – have so far...
Up to Here
I once lived with a guy from Essex - and this isn’t a limmerick - who, at least twice a day, would raise his palm flat above his head and exclaim in his whiny, southern accent, “I’ve had it up to here.” If I had the energy, it being a good two hours past my bedtime, or if I felt I could do Steve justice, I might motion the very same gesture. I’m tired and my head is...
The Sounds of the Summer
Since the Windows Media Player to iTunes migration that inspired the previous blog entry (Burn It: ‘Songs to Fall Asleep to’) I’ve been listening to a lot of glorious and illegally downloaded music, from Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, to Prince & the Revolution, Joss Stone and The Libertines, not of course performing together, but wouldn’t that be a treat for the...
Burn It: 'Songs to Fall Asleep to'
I spent the most part of the business day, that is 9 ‘til 5, not revising as I should be for my upcoming-‘round-the-corner finals but instead coordinating a mass migration of my considerable MP3 collection from Windows Media Player to my new digital jukebox of choice, iTunes from Apple, the company that bought us the iMac and the iPod but who claim no involvement in the Eddie...
My Morrissey Moment
There comes a moment in a young man’s life when he finds himself in the forlorn, Mancunian melancholy of Morrissey, lead singer of ’80s indie band, The Smiths, and general naysayer of misery. Don’t worry if your moment hasn’t yet come. It will, however happy and content you feel now. It came for American singer Ryan Adams, whose Morrissey moment was recorded with...
A Ham Sandwich
Argh! Michael Jackson is driving me crazy! And not like in the Eighties when he rocked the suburbs with his infectious grooves, driving a rainbow hued generation Off the Wall and moonwalking to the discothèques. This time, twenty years from Thriller, his latest record might be criminal, as he faces ten charges of child molestation, abduction and conspiracy, as read to him yesterday at his...