Oh My God, this album is so good.

And I have been up all night. I couldn’t sleep, so I installed my hot new printing and scanning and photocopying device. I find it so amazing. It was just under a hunnerd, and it does all the stuff. Well, I haven’t got it to print yet. But I’ve got it scanning. And photocopying. Man, when I was a kid I dreamed of a machine like this, to make my comics and shit with. Now I have it. Look, I can scan my notebooks! That’s from my New York notebook. I don’t remeber doing it. I guess I was listening to Lady Newsom though.

Maybe I should get a bit of sleep though. Buy the 213 album, listen, email me how happy you are! I can’t get over how good it is!

— Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

I do like red wine.

But it does stain strangely.

I have three rather large red wine stains on my nice white shirt and my nice white wifebeater, as a result of this evening (which, I hasten to add, was civilised, and involved less than two bottles between two, not some awful binge, I am just clumsy, is all, OK?). Nonny took me to see Iron And Wine at the Union Chapel. I do love the Union Chapel. Last time I was there Adam Green was supporting Cerys Mathews and got booed by all the lesbians for singing, “There’s no wrong way to fuck a girl with no legs/ just tell her you love her as she’s crawling away”. Some people have no sense of humour. As it went, Iron And Wine were very good – dude has a magnificent beard, and a fine line in touching, softly-spoke songs, aided by his sister and a beard in a nice shirt on slide and mandolin thing. Anyway. Iron And Wine I, as mentioned, enjoyed, but I enjoyed the company, and the pizza we had prior to, even more. Man, why haven’t I spent more time in restaurants? You get to have intelligent and not so intelligent conversation, and, like, eat, and drink red wine and shit. Nonny kicks ass. She remembers everything we did at school, like I asked her if she had hairy toes and took the piss out of her tits when we were 12. AND she does a useful job and shit. Now me and Wade are going to chain her up in our basement and make her print our faces on underpants. And you think we joke.

So, Radio 1 like, totally love me. I was on earlier, but I didn’t hear it, I was spilling wine down my shirt, but whatever. And there’s an interview with me on the Radio 1 Onemusic thing. Interesting pull quotes. I didn’t say “over the years hip hop has just become people singing about guns and money”! I said that’s what Viacom did! Bloody Viacom! Suck my dick!

Did I mention me and Zef are underway with my new cartoon? We’re doing a video for that ‘Living In The Future’ song. Maybe I already did mention that. Whatever. Apparently Something In Construction don’t like it. Well boo hoo. Jeres didn’t like it either, and he can suck my dick too, fucking pastie muncher. WORD!

AHAHAHAHAHA!

So, Americans, I have mocked your news, your weird, slanted, unrealistic coverage of THINGS. But ours is just as bad, actually. All day yesterday, I was checking in on my Mam’s telly, to see about this goddamned state of emergency declared in Iraq. MARSHALL LAW!

Do you know marshal Law is?! JESUS! But all I could find on TV was this goddamned RAIL CRASH! Like, SIX PEOPLE died, because some dude parked his car on the track because he wanted to KILL HIMSELF! Like, WHOO! HOO! SO! WHAT?

It was all, like, that, and some dumb lady who runs, and gave up twice at the Olympics because she wasn’t going to win. So what? Fuck her.

And fuck a rail crash. So what? How many people got killed by cars in this shit country yesterday? They’re gonna sink billions into removing all rail crossings in the country as a result of that crap crash. WHAT?! Talk about misdirected anger. Talk about the issue. TALK ABOUT A LOAD OF DICK.

I copped the Independent, thinking, man, at least there’s a paper that’ll report the SERIOUS stuff. And guess what? Pages 1-7, fucking rail crash. Page 8? Fucking running lady.

Like I could give a fuck about some dead middle class white people and some fucking running lady. Buried on page 50 of Saturday’s independent – SUDAN FALLS INTO ANARCHY! Basically, those Janjaweed, having stolen everybody’s livestock, houses, etc., are paying repeat calls to rape any surviving women and kids, and steal any lentils and cups of mud they’ve amassed over the past few months. Nobody is doing shit. Page 50! Man, I do not get it. We live in the WORLD. I don’t see why fucking six people in a train crash in England is more important than 150,000 in Africa. WE ARE LIVING IN THE WORLD. The WORLD. W. O. R. L. D.

Jesus!

— Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

I have spent a great deal of the past few days in bed, which has not been wholly unpleasant. My battery died a good while ago, which has been fine. I also spent far too many hours attempting what should be a one and a half hour journey from London to Bishopstoke last night, but I’ll not go into that now. I am with Zef now, and perhaps we shall begin the next animation.

Anyway, that journey was not a complete waste. I read the Saturday Independent in its entirety. And I saw WASP on Friday, like I said, and they were pretty rubbish, although Mr Lawless did have an entirely ridiculous wobbly mike stand in the of a big metal skeleton, that he clambered up on top of at one point, and didn’t fall. And the last minute support act, Hurricane Party, were surprisingly excellent. Well, perhaps I should not have been to surprised. Dr Rock picked them as his tips for the top this year on PlayLouder.

So, I hate to think of this again, but we must. A reader writes today with more proof, were it needed, that Republican owned, papertrail-avoiding electronic voting played a jolly role in further undermining Western democracy. Peep:

“compare the graphics of the states with paper ballots compared to the ones with electronic voting:
http://img103.exs.cx/img103/4526/exit_poll.gif
also, compare the percentage of registered democrats in some of the counties compared to the percentages of how the votes came out:
http://ustogether.org/Florida_Election.htm
i think electronic voting killed democracy this time around…”

Well, yes. Killing democracy. Did it feel any pain?

— Sunday, November 7th, 2004

Man, I’ve fucked my index finger up, so typing is kind of painful.

I don’t know what I did to it. I went and saw Pirahna Deathray last night. They were seedy as fuck. I think I’m going to see WASP tonight. Word.

I have the worst hangover I’ve had since I started drinking again today. So I’m stopping drinking again. Actually, I’m not, I’m going on the piss with Nik aren’t I. Oh well.

I’ll not drink this weekend and next week then.

Spine Magazine posted ‘Toy Soliders’ which was my favourite track on the Eminem album yesterday. The Martika sample is genius.

And Dre’s doing ‘Detox’!!!!!!!!

Oh, Jeff sent me this. It’s funny cos it’s true.

— Friday, November 5th, 2004

I’m still seething and depressed over The Stooge. I mean, I had a suspicion. But I was like, NO! IT IS IMPORTANT! THERE IS A DIFFERENCE! THEY’RE GONNA BAN ABORTIONS IN 30 STATES!

But Kerry was never going to win, and he was always a stooge, a good old Skull N Bones lad, ready to look a bit silly for the cause, to play the game on national television, to beam, beamishly, to poke his forearms cameraward and furrow that brow.

Remember Dean? Dean was supposed to lead the democrats to victory. But The Powers That Be weren’t having that. I am sorry, there is no way getting a bit excited and emitting a squeal on the telly could derail a campaign with the momentum of Dean’s. Dean was just not allowed. Some lame old dude called Kerry from the Skull N Bones club, some blueblood stooge that nobody could ever envisage getting excited about is suddenly the leader. Yeah fucking right.

I remember thinking it weird at the time. But I was hoodwinked by all that Vietnam shit. Whatever. It’s done now. At least we know.

I told you to watch this before. I tell you again. Watch this. Watch it all the way though. Once you have seen Bush and Kerry answer the big question, you will wonder no longer.

— Thursday, November 4th, 2004

Well, the new Eminem album is amazing.

Weird huh?

It is fucking brilliant.

Today I did a photoshoot and bought CDs and made beats. I am in the middle of the fattest beat I ever did.

Trying not to distract myself thinking about that stooge.

— Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004