Friday, September 03, 2004
The busiest month in the world, ever!
In some ways I can't wait 'till September is finished. I have this vision of me in my new house on October the first, just sitting on the sofa with a cold beer watching some utterly banal TV show or terrible mindless Hollywood teen comedy in a state of total relaxation and mental shut down.
Before then I have a gig to organise, rehearse for and play. Accommodation to find for the national/international visitors attending said gig. A new house to find, do references, contracts etc. for plus all the annoying bill crap. Got to cancel stuff, opening new accounts for utilities etc. (priority - getting sky sports and broadband sorted). Of course to make it easy my current landlord is out of the country the whole month and we can't contact him, someone even came to collect our keys for him yesterday thinking we were moving out end of August. At the same time I have a huge deadline at work and on top of all that the loo-seat's broken and I need to get a new bulb for the bathroom on the way home from work today. Don't be surprised if you read a story in the Evening Post about a man found crying in the corner of Sainsbury's Central by their shelf of bayonet light-bulbs unable to say anything but "I just need a screw". If that does happen can a ComEnt's reader please get in touch with the police and explain I'm not a crazy sex fiend? Thanks. Sainsbury's Central, such a mixed blessing, just about enough stuff to get dinner on the way home but not enough variety to make it interesting. And they only have bayonet lightbulbs unless you want a super energy efficient one that costs 10 times as much. What's the logic there? Screw bulb owners are more environmental than people with bayonet fittings? Sassinfrassin... Must. Remain. Calm.
On the plus side I found time to write lyrics for a song inspired by the immense stress combined with post-festival exhaustion yesterday. On the down side I have been to the pub so often in the last few weeks to relieve stress that I'm resembling one of those old tottering men who you see passed out in locals pubs at all times of the day. I am going to have to get a little mongrel dog to keep on a string and feed with scraps of crisps, nuts and (your cheapest) ale. Ever since I discovered that in the Turks lager was £1.54 and you could get a double gin and tonic for only 20p more than a single it seems too cheap not to go, plus they have a toilet with a seat so I can go for a poo. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I could actually stand being in my house.
Oh well, at least I'm not ill or being ethnically cleansed or bombed or shot at or anything. It'll all get sorted in the end.
In the middle of all the stress though, standing out like a beacon of happiness right smack in the middle of the month is the last Sonic Undermind gig. I can't wait! Things mostly organised, bands booked, kit share sorted. First press releases out. Rehearsal(s) booked, we thought we'd only be able to do one rehearsal but we've managed to sneak a mini rehearsal in there with most of the band. The line-up is looking awesome. Got loads of people we know coming and I have the day after off work. I forsee much hard rocking drunken fun!
Is it time to go to the pub yet?
Before then I have a gig to organise, rehearse for and play. Accommodation to find for the national/international visitors attending said gig. A new house to find, do references, contracts etc. for plus all the annoying bill crap. Got to cancel stuff, opening new accounts for utilities etc. (priority - getting sky sports and broadband sorted). Of course to make it easy my current landlord is out of the country the whole month and we can't contact him, someone even came to collect our keys for him yesterday thinking we were moving out end of August. At the same time I have a huge deadline at work and on top of all that the loo-seat's broken and I need to get a new bulb for the bathroom on the way home from work today. Don't be surprised if you read a story in the Evening Post about a man found crying in the corner of Sainsbury's Central by their shelf of bayonet light-bulbs unable to say anything but "I just need a screw". If that does happen can a ComEnt's reader please get in touch with the police and explain I'm not a crazy sex fiend? Thanks. Sainsbury's Central, such a mixed blessing, just about enough stuff to get dinner on the way home but not enough variety to make it interesting. And they only have bayonet lightbulbs unless you want a super energy efficient one that costs 10 times as much. What's the logic there? Screw bulb owners are more environmental than people with bayonet fittings? Sassinfrassin... Must. Remain. Calm.
On the plus side I found time to write lyrics for a song inspired by the immense stress combined with post-festival exhaustion yesterday. On the down side I have been to the pub so often in the last few weeks to relieve stress that I'm resembling one of those old tottering men who you see passed out in locals pubs at all times of the day. I am going to have to get a little mongrel dog to keep on a string and feed with scraps of crisps, nuts and (your cheapest) ale. Ever since I discovered that in the Turks lager was £1.54 and you could get a double gin and tonic for only 20p more than a single it seems too cheap not to go, plus they have a toilet with a seat so I can go for a poo. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I could actually stand being in my house.
Oh well, at least I'm not ill or being ethnically cleansed or bombed or shot at or anything. It'll all get sorted in the end.
In the middle of all the stress though, standing out like a beacon of happiness right smack in the middle of the month is the last Sonic Undermind gig. I can't wait! Things mostly organised, bands booked, kit share sorted. First press releases out. Rehearsal(s) booked, we thought we'd only be able to do one rehearsal but we've managed to sneak a mini rehearsal in there with most of the band. The line-up is looking awesome. Got loads of people we know coming and I have the day after off work. I forsee much hard rocking drunken fun!
Is it time to go to the pub yet?
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"Don't be surprised if you read a story in the Evening Post about a man found crying in the corner of Sainsbury's Central by their shelf of bayonet light-bulbs unable to say anything but "I just need a screw". If that does happen can a ComEnt's reader please get in touch with the police and explain I'm not a crazy sex fiend?"
I don't think anyone that knows you could say that without laughing so hard they wee their pants.
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I don't think anyone that knows you could say that without laughing so hard they wee their pants.
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