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I'm bored - not quite chairman of the bored level but Christ for fucksake can't airports be interesting - not helped as I have no internet so can't rant and complain and I'm tired and grumpy as fuck - still if I haven't killed the Norwegian Boy Scouts that are clearly catching the same flight as me all will be good

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I think the guitar on this may be a tad indulgent :(

Its odd - i kind of stopped writing - i dont know if anyone reads this, thats never been the reason i write - and its kind of weird - I guess i just stopped

Time, energy, life and living take a tole and maybe stop you from what you enjoy and i guess that and tiredness is the reason or a reason for stopping

I think i need to get back to writing - even if its just a little bit a day that no one will ever read - at least its something and at least its a stepping stone

Possibly my one of my favourite albums of all time and definately my favourite Boo Radleys one is the much maligned Kingsize - seemingly hated by everyone and legendarily selling only 900 copies on release - its an amazing album - incredibly well written songs and no hint that Martin Carr (as he put it) had given up. There's a line in one of the songs ( and for my sins I can't remember the title as I write this) 'don't have to go to meetings, don't have trouble sleeping, now I'm closer to god'. It's a line I can totally empathise with( not necessarily the closer to god bit - although not a true atheist - brought up half CoE and half Methodist - therefore in Catholic terms first against the wall when the rapture comes - I'm sceptical and the more I meet people deeply into religion the more sceptical of people I become) . I used to go to a lot of meetings, pointless meetings, useful meetings, meetings that made the exorcist look like normal night of family entertainment and I think I've finally started learning what's important and what matters to me and that's what I need to focus on - Going to meetings is not a part of that I'm afraid

The Duke of Norfolk has just released his first full-length album. Stream it for free and consider purchasing it! http://thndr.it/1gdYUrK

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Sorting through random stuff and found the unreleased single version of Blurs Never Clever - Still cant decide if it would have made a good single or not

If you click yr heels together three times..... We could probably change the world...

Seemed like a good idea at the time - cant sleep - best way of dealing with that is go downstairs, throw kettle on and make coffee - theres no amount of white wine induced insomnia that cant be cured by black coffee, far too many fags and pre indietracks excitement.

So cutting a long story short, im still awake - sun is coming up - and im listening to Bernard Butler play extended guitar solos for.... about the millionth time since 1996...

still tomorrow today is another day and theres a whole weekend of this ahead

danceabletragedy

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Typewriter Illustrations by Keira Rathbone

It was about 10 miles outside Leicester when the white wine took hold. Half a bottle of the cheapest rocket fuel money could buy a cheap and easy way of putting off the inevitable. Rehearsal rooms in London are awful - apologies to the good ones out there but - its not the place you want to spend a hot sunny Saturday and especially not when you are practicing a tune you don't care about and no amount of work will make good. I'd post it here but I can't even bring myself to mix it

Somewhere north of Birmingham (I thinks)

I love the way when you stare at train tracks it seems as if the tracks meet in the distance, almost as if they know where you are going/want to be before you do.

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The internet has lost one of its sons today. Fighting for a free internet apparently means that you are hounded by the US government and face 50 years and $4 million fine for liberating academic journals that should be public domain. Information should be free for anyone wanting to access it. It should not be privy to those who can pay.

A sad day

http://creativecommons.org/weblog/entry/36298

One of the many reasons I love twitter, is believe it or not its educational. Only recently having started to appreciate how good the Decemberists are as a band, I got involved in a conversation about how the Crane wife #3 reminded me of Xmas and how the Crane Wife #1 and #2 was an incredebly beautiful tune. I'd never read the story, didn't even know it was based on an old Japanese folk tale, till I got sent the link. It's a truly beautiful story and makes me appreciate the tracks even more :) The Story of a Crane Wife (Tsuru no On-gaeShi) Once upon a time, there lived an honest young man in the countryside of Japan. One day, while he was tilling a paddy field, a crane suddenly came flapping down from the sky. It was a white crane with truly beautiful feathers. The bird was apparently wounded, and did not fly away, but came reeling towards the man and weakly fell to the ground. Wondering, the man checked the crane’s feathers and found an arrow stuck in the base of the wings. “Poor crane! That’s why you can’t fly!” So saying, the young man pulled the arrow out and washed the wound clean. The crane soon recovered and showed its delight by flapping its wings. “Now,” the man said to the bird, “be careful never to be spotted by a hunter again”. Thereupon, the crane circled over his head three times as if to express it’s thanks and then disappeared high into the sky after uttering a shrill cry. The young man resumed his work, deeply contented that he had done a good thing. At nightfall when the stars began to appear, he returned to his home. To his great surprise, however, he found a beautiful young woman, whom he never seen before standing at the entrance. She greeted him, saying, “Thank you for your day’s hard work”. Startled, he wondered if he was entering the wrong house, but the woman said with a smile, “This is your home and I’m your bride,” “I don’t believe it,” the man shouted. “I’m so poor no woman will ever agree to marry me. Besides, I have only enough rice to feed a single person!” “Don’t worry,” the woman replied. “I have brought rice.” So saying, she took rice out of a small bag and began to fix supper. The man finally consented saying, “How strange that you should force me to marry you! Well, do what you like!” and thus the woman came to live with the poor young man. Oddly enough, the small bag the woman had brought always provided the amount of rice they wanted, enabling the couple to lead a happy life. Time went by and one day, the woman asked her husband to set up a workshop for weaving. He borrowed money and had a special room built. Thereupon, the woman entered the room, saying, “Please never look in here for seven days”. And for exactly seven days after that, only the sound of a loom was heard from within day in and day out. The man felt as if he were waiting for as long as one or two years, but remembering her request, he did not peep into the workshop. The seven days passed and the woman came out somewhat haggard. Held in her hands was a roll of resplendently beautiful cloth such a he had never hoped to see. “Now,” she said to him, “I have woven a roll of cloth. Please take this to the town market. It will sell for 100 “ryo” (a big sum in terms of ancient Japanese coinage).” The next day, the man went to town and the cloth brought a surprisingly high price just as his wife had said. Startled and delighted, he hurried home. Upon reaching home, he found his wife already closeted in the workshop, and only the sound of the loom was heard. He wondered how she could weave such beautiful cloth apparently without treads. Soon he could no longer contain his ardent desire to see her, and stealthily peeped into the workshop, breaking his promise never to do so. To his great surprise, he could not find is comely wife there. Only a crane was weaving cloth with white feathers plucked from is body. Promptly realizing that the man was looking in, the crane stopped weaving, staggered towards him and said: “Well, my dear husband, you have seen everything. Now that you have found out what I really am, I can no longer stay here, to my great regret. I am the crane who was saved by you. To repay your kindness, I have so far served you in the shape of a woman. But from now on, please regard this half finished cloth as myself and keep it dearly.” The crane then flew up with her remaining wings and vanished into the sky, never to return to the man.

An open letter regarding my tumblr account

Any posts on this are written by, and more importantly written for me. I appreciate that it's shared via social media so I kind of give up rights to it but.... And this is where problems occur Comments are good, they make me happy and make me realise people appreciate what I write. however If you have an axe to grind then take it else where, grab that soap box, stand on speakers corner, this isn't yr time or place. Ta

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

ROBOSAURS

Literally a few moments ago a friend posted on that cursed invention facebook (irony being this post will end up rotting on there, no longer my property)

Midwinter. Seems bleak.

Its amazing how much difference seasons make, autumn seemed hopeful, a long run in from a chaotic summer; even the early doors of winter seemed to offer some promise - now a quick glance shows nothing, no glitter, no humour, none of the calm promised by the falling leaves - just a certain kind of bleakness, a lack of optimism, none of the desire to pick up the pieces that exist.

I should / need to write more... Even if its just stuff like this, disorganised, badly written etc. Given im supposed to be starting an English Degree next year im being far too disorganised... Ive not even started on applying for funding and am struggling to find things to write about for example or started on promoting the prophets stuff for that matter. I just cant seem to find any form of motivation, cant find anyway of silencing those doubts that creep up in the winter and being honest with myself - not even considered if im in a fit place to be taking on the commitment.

I guess turning 35 has affected me, more than i would like to let on. Ive spent the last few years fighting, looking after everyones interests - except my own, taking on far too much and like an unexploded bomb ive not been fun to be around. My life has changed completely - I write this with a totally different view of the world (quite literally - i no longer have the same view from my old desk) and maybe thats a good thing.

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Realised id not posted anything from the Prophets sessions down in sandgate on here. Enjoy/Endure

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