BATMAN DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.

26.7.02:

Right. I appologise in advance if i come across as not understanding any of this, or incredably naive, or something, but anyway... What the fuck is yr problem?! (not you, everyone else)

Why the fuck is Britain negotiating with Spain bad? At all?! By doing so, Britain is appeasing Spain, making life in the EU more beaarable for everyone (we want that) while still maintaining that nothing will be done without the Gibraltarians consent (that’s good. We like that too). Why is everyone pointing to Spain and going Look! Acting like a child! You want yr land back! Uum! Telling on you! Obviously the only mature thing to do when presented with that situation is to sulk in the cornor and not to play with them anymore...

See? By talking to Spain, Britain is making everything better for everyone, so please, Conservative Back Bencher, remove yr head from yr arse and realise that the enviroment in which you live is not Britain vs. Uncultured Swines, but, you know, just one big kickass cool place! Called The World! Grow the fuck up you miserable bastards and start liking things! What the fuck is yr problem?! You live in a world with
farfisa’s! How can people possible be unhappy in a world where cheesyy red electric organs with inverted colours make beautiful music by groovy womyn?! How can people get so anal about a small matter like flags when The Sickroom Gramophonic Collective fill the world with groovycool 7’’s by band’s like Bearsuit?! How can you not have fun in a world soundtracked by The Flaming Lips?! How can you possibly be such petty, irritating, nationalistic., lazy, stupid, ignorant, emtionally retarded arseholes in the face of the awesome Constelation Records?!

In short: HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY NOT SEE THE WEALTH OF OPPORTUNITY FOR FUN AND JOY AND HAPPINESS AND PINK THINGS AND THE POWERPUFF GIRLS AND BIG, RUMBLLEY BASS GUITAR NOISES AND MAKEUP ON STRAIGHT BOYS AND 24 AND JUMPING AND RUNNING AROUND BEING AN IDIOT AND ICE CREAM AND SCRUBS AND... AND... AND STUFF, FUCKDAMMIT!! Why must you be so bloody irritating all the bloody time and piss the bloody hell out of me?! FUCKING CONSERVATIVE BACKBENCHING PENNYPINCHIN THATCHERITE FUNLESS SEXLESS LIFELESS JOYLESS CRAP-BOOK-WRITTING JAIL-FILLING LYING CHEATING MURDEROUS IMMORAL IGNORANT FACIST NATIONALIST WAR-SUPPORTING IRKSOME LITTLE FUCKS!!

FUCK YOU! HAVE FUN!!

They probablly don’t even like The Boredoms. The bastards.

_chris! // 20:03

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25.7.02:

I want a summer that sounds like this, because it's simply one of the most beautiful recrods. Ever. Bar none. Read about it! How beautiful is that?!

Now all I need is people...

_chris! // 00:53

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24.7.02:

grr. want a band.

well, need a band, really.

cos without a band then all this bass playing is just so obviously gonna get abandoned like my guitaring did before it.

but how the fuck do i actually go about starting one?! i only know one guitarist, and she gave me a wrong number, which implies that she doesn’t even really wanna hear from me, let alone come out to play. and i don’t know any drummers except exp, who’d put me to shame instantly. he’s got a pa! you don’t fuck with drummers with their own pa!

and why do i want to start a band? it’s why i made a zine, why i write stories on the bus and why, when i get excited, i get very, very excited. becasue i want to make noise. i want to run around shouting and jumping and making STUFF in as many media as possible!

i wanna make shit! i want stuff to be fun! i work on a checkout, for fucks sake! a shceckout in a supermarket! on an island! that blows! i make shitty bleep noises for five hours a day. is it any wonder i wanna make stuff? five hours on mental inertia with a fifeteen mintue break to read tabloids. do you get why i feel like buzzing around in a very small box making as much noise as i can while i can?

i constantly bemone the island, vbut think what i’d be like if i had the ability to actually be it? i’d probablly be some form of intellectual agrophobic and just sit around going “whoa. i could be anything. let’s stack shelves.” now i wanna really be something. fuck no talent, fuck no oppotunity, fuck everything- let’s rock!


obviously there is sitll a pervading sense of ennui, boredom and dullardy that comes from being me, but, ya know, still... um... yeh.

_chris! // 23:51

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21.7.02:

You've had three big updates tonite. All of which were eaten by the blogger netherland.

So blow that too.

_chris! // 00:05

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