This is actually a different entry you know. One picture was taken in Clapton. Another in Hackney Wick.
Phew dot com. I have moved house, and I have sent you all yourCDs (apart from one guy who’se instruction I am waiting on, that’s YOU Mister Bradshaw!).
I will have you know I sent all the CDs myself, and I wrote all the labels, and carried them on my back in a fuck off huge rucksack on my bicycle to Stratford, which is my new local Town With A Post Office And A Net Cafe (cos my internet isn’t working yet, I hate this bit) and nearly got run over twice by lorries. Shit!
Anyway. I ran out of stickers, but pretty much all of you will have some kind of extra present. Lyrics sheets, old drawings, that sort of thing. I am nice. That’s how I do. And to those that expressed interest, those stickers were from a test pack I got made, and they look ace, so I’m gonna get some more in for you. Superblobs and logos I think, hit me with any suggestions for what you’d like stickers of. I am sad cos I gave away my “I love Chris de Burgh” sticker. What was I thinking?
The Theiving Cds will now not arrive till Friday. I have just been told:
“Unfortunately, we are running a day later than mentioned below. The delivery will be on Friday 22nd February. We have had to reprint the booklets as the originals failed the quality control process, and this has lead to the delay.”
Therefore, I have made you a new podcast. it is uploading NOW!
DO NOT EVER USE ORANGE. THEY ARE WANKERS. LIKE, SERIOUS, SERIOUS WANKERS. I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED SUCH VICIOUS BRUTALITY OUTSIDE OF A POLICE STATION.
Really. I piss on those cock-a-roaches.
Hi kids. I left my Dictaphone on the train yesterday, which buggered up the Atmosphere thing, so we’re gonna do a phoner for the next ATD podcast. It wasn’t a wasted journey though – I read some of The Tipping Point, which is interesting. There was a little bit in it about the power of words, which focused on the word “Yawn”. The writer pointed out that by just him writing Yawn, them me reading Yawn, I would most likely Yawn very soon after, and my Yawning would inspire any people that noticed me Yawning to themselves start Yawning. Yawn Yawn Yawn. As it was, I was on a tube, and I did indeed start Yawning, and so the man opposite me began Yawning, then the woman to my right Yawned rather violently, and so on it went until the carriage was one big YAWN!
I suppose you are yawning now too. Is this the case? Did you yawn, faithful reader?
If I can make you yawn, just by writing the word, what else is possible?
I just finished reading another book, by the way, written by an old pal of mine called Lee Henshaw. It is an amusing, moving, and bittersweet novella about young people who aren’t quite as young as they used to be traveling around the world and having adventures and discovering things about the nature of love and friendship and humanity and blackcurrant bathbongs and it is very good and very funny. You can read the first third of it here, although the last third is easily the best third.
Anyway. Lee is very happy because the Guardian gave it a rather positive review the other day, and Amazon sold out and it is now at number 29,000-and-something in their charts. Whoo!
Well done Lee!
As well as reading, I did some of your drawings yesterday. I’ve posted a few of them here for you to look at. Is one of these yours? Some of you have been getting ridonculously detailed with your descriptions. For example. Kristen Tucker asked for,
“akira attacking a giant enemy crab’s weak point for massive damage in space with tom cruise in a space ship flying off to see Xenu while spouting scientologist garbage with the blob sabotaging the spaceship…”
PPF got drunk. I got drunk. I saw The Urban Voodoo Machine being great. Got boxes and jiffy bags off of freecycle. Found us a nice house to live in. And a bunch of us went to the Horniman museum, and it was ace! I saw a merman!
I’m off to link Atmosphere in a bit. Anyone got any questions for Slug and Ant?