Friday, January 23, 2004
again Winch
I have to admit the last time I had four pints of Leffe (pre-GBV at ULU) my guts almost packed up!
Winch
ave never been out "on the pull" in my life.
I did used to go every few weeks to a nightclub in Colchester when I was about 20ish because if i didn't go I wouldn't get to see any of the people who were my mates at the time. All I can remember is them moaning at me for either falling asleep at about 10pm on one of the sofa's in the club or for just not trying and being too interested in the Tom and Jerry cartoons they used to show on a big video screen above the dancefloor (by the way old Tom and Jerry ruled, everything they made after the forties/fifties classics was crap!)
Trouble is, call it pride, sheer bloody mindedness or whatever, I always thought the whole
"pulling scene" was all just very embarrassing and pathetic.
What with shouting in someone's face at point blank range over the top of some shitty club dirge played at ear splitting volume, trying to make out you find that person remotely interesting which you didn't and hoping you might get a drunken little grope to the slow "romantic" numbers they played at the end of the evening in the touchingly named "erection section". Well that is what it seemed like to me after I had woken up on the sofa! Then to cap it all hang around outside the club at one/two o'clock in the morning freezing your nuts off because your mate (who also has the car keys) thinks he has a chance of getting some girl's phone number (but he hasn't because he didn't notice she went home about two hours ago). Finally the drunken rabble in the car on the way home keeping you awake with their shouting and screaming and the smell of kebabs, chilli sauce and smoke on your clothes as you walk in the door. You slip into bed and say "never again" but before you knew it the week/s had shot past and you repeated the whole process. Don't get me wrong I did have some laughs during this little period of my adolescence but by Christ am I glad I don't have to go through that again!
May the Copford Windmill (as it was known then) burn in hell!
I did used to go every few weeks to a nightclub in Colchester when I was about 20ish because if i didn't go I wouldn't get to see any of the people who were my mates at the time. All I can remember is them moaning at me for either falling asleep at about 10pm on one of the sofa's in the club or for just not trying and being too interested in the Tom and Jerry cartoons they used to show on a big video screen above the dancefloor (by the way old Tom and Jerry ruled, everything they made after the forties/fifties classics was crap!)
Trouble is, call it pride, sheer bloody mindedness or whatever, I always thought the whole
"pulling scene" was all just very embarrassing and pathetic.
What with shouting in someone's face at point blank range over the top of some shitty club dirge played at ear splitting volume, trying to make out you find that person remotely interesting which you didn't and hoping you might get a drunken little grope to the slow "romantic" numbers they played at the end of the evening in the touchingly named "erection section". Well that is what it seemed like to me after I had woken up on the sofa! Then to cap it all hang around outside the club at one/two o'clock in the morning freezing your nuts off because your mate (who also has the car keys) thinks he has a chance of getting some girl's phone number (but he hasn't because he didn't notice she went home about two hours ago). Finally the drunken rabble in the car on the way home keeping you awake with their shouting and screaming and the smell of kebabs, chilli sauce and smoke on your clothes as you walk in the door. You slip into bed and say "never again" but before you knew it the week/s had shot past and you repeated the whole process. Don't get me wrong I did have some laughs during this little period of my adolescence but by Christ am I glad I don't have to go through that again!
May the Copford Windmill (as it was known then) burn in hell!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Matt Smith has the URL
I've given our Blog to Matt Smith , he of Mesa Boogie fame to you guys . Known by our local council here for one classic piece of complaining that if I had I would post up . Aside from working for Mesa Boogie , Matt also has a dodgy heavy metal past ( something we both share , although I got rid of my Winger LP's a long time ago ) , a love of art deco , 14 Peruvian tree frogs , nice lamps and a very fat cat .
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
I'm a punk rocker , get me out of here
Surely one of the saddest things coming up , is the appearance of John Lydon on the new series of I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here .
I don't know what to think really , here is someone responsible for one and in some people's view the greatest rock n roll LP of all time , hanging around in a jungle with Jordan and her useless tits , Neil Razor Ruddock , a footballer ? and some other useless wastes of DNA .
Why John ? If you need the cash , do another tour or hey how about writing some new songs and releasing them ? Don't do this .
What next , Springsteen on Big Brother or Paul Westerberg hosting Stars In Their Eyes...
I don't know what to think really , here is someone responsible for one and in some people's view the greatest rock n roll LP of all time , hanging around in a jungle with Jordan and her useless tits , Neil Razor Ruddock , a footballer ? and some other useless wastes of DNA .
Why John ? If you need the cash , do another tour or hey how about writing some new songs and releasing them ? Don't do this .
What next , Springsteen on Big Brother or Paul Westerberg hosting Stars In Their Eyes...
