EXCITED!

...I'd rather be snuggled up with Hal watching a film. An easy film. Snuggled.

Basically got no sleep last night. It was hard to not beat up the wall beside me. I think I probably kept poor Hal up too, as I see he took some sleeping tablets during the night.

Warned my boss this morning that I've had no sleep and the cold he gave me is making me feel completely rubbish, so might leave early.

And now, a culinary (pfft!) question: I prefer warm cheese, but totally forgot about the bag of babybell (yes, it IS cheese) I left in my drawer over the weekend. So it's not seen a fridge since midday Friday. Can I still eat it? Will it make me implode? Should I just experiment to see if I can make myself feel ever queerer? YOU DECIDE!

A lady I work with is regrettably having to sell her pair of Skunk Anansie tickets for Wednesday 7th October at Electric Ballroom.

At face value, they're £50 for both, but will go lower if this transpires in to desperation selling!

I've gone over the expendable money that I had for this month anyway, despite being paid only 2 weeks ago, otherwise I'd be on those like a tramp on Ace White.

Any takers?!

On the 8:40am daily wake up call from me to Hal, the morning after the rum filled meeting in our room with Nathanael that lasted untill 4am for him:

H: Rrrrrrr... oooowwwwhhh.. grrrrr... Life is paaaaaain!
B: No, rum is pain.
H: Rum is life.

ONLYONEMORESODDINGDAYOFWORKUNTILLMYANNIVERSARYANDRUNNINGAWAYTOSCOTLANDTOWATCHLOVEDONESGETMARRIED!

Can.

Not.

Wait.

Work has been ridiculous this week. I was close to tears at one point. My body is tired. I need realigning. And I'm about to have my loooooong weekend of love.

Phew.

Here's to 3 years tomorrow and many more.

This is the end of an email I have just received from a colleague at work:

"Hope you can understand the above, bit of a novvis im afraid."

Ahem.

This morning I had a don't-skip-through-any-song-that-starts-playing-on-shuffle morning. This lead a track to begin that I could vaguely remember from the grey matter in the back of my musical memory. I was expecting it to turn in to Turin Brakes or Porcupine Tree and I'd feel elated, but as soon as Kevin Moore's vocals kicked in, a beam of fantastic happiness came over me when I realised it was Hello, Helicopter. I often skipped this track during my mammoth OSI fan era, but the biggest smile stretched across my face walking down the street. I hope people saw it and smiled also.

OSI are brilliant. With or without Mike Portnoy pbuh.

In other news, I have shoe rubbage and it's unbearable. Am walking around barefoot in the office which, although comfortable, is making me chilly. What would you reccomend I go buy at lunchtime to rememdy such a pradicament? Shoe plaster suggestions? Cream?

Found on one of the best communities on LJ - http://community.livejournal.com/vintagephoto/profile

I want to go to a wedding every day. They're smashing. Congratualtions to Ed and Julia: a consumate couple and officially hitched.

On another note - OH EM GEE - I'm wearing silver shoes. Yipee!

What the FUCK is this song. I detest it. Why - WHY does it need to exist?!

It

means

NOTHING!

Why would you even write these words? Is this attractive? Is this worthwhile? Tripe.

"I'm Lazy when I'm loving
I'm Lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin
I'm lazy when I talk

Open up my mouth
Air comes rushin out
Nothin doin nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin lovin all the time

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me?

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

There's some folks they got money &
Some folks life is sweet
Some folks make decisions &
Some folks clean the street

Now, Imagine what it feels like
Imagine how it sounds
Imagine life is perfect and every thing works out

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Imagine there's a girlfriend
Imagine there's a job
Imagine there's an answer
Imagine there's a God
Imagine I'm a Devil
Imagine I'm a Saint
Lazy money, lazy sexy, lazy outa space

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

Lazy when I work
Lazy all the day
Screamin all you like but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm prayin
Lazy on the job
Gota lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy bod

Hard men, Hard Lives, Hard keepin it all inside
Good times, Good God, I'm so Lazy I almost stop

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me"

Wishing this day away is making it longer.

How has this sign come to be needed?!

I am, most definately, excited.

Not only is work on the EP going so well that I'm having to choose select tracks because, quite frankly, I'm loving everything we're creating and wanting to share it all at once, but I can reveal its name;

"the black, the grey, the between"

YES! You heard it correctly. It is an amazing feeling to put flesh, blood and song together as one, but also to name it and give it its own identity so that it can cease from feeling naked and lonely and more like a complete package of eccentric and eclectic music.

Please keep checking back regularly as I am currently working on a sampler demo track just for this myspace page and a new live video is just about ready to burst on here too. Cosider this space ample for the watching

I am DOUBLY excited, because I am currently working with Motionless Visions Designs on new promo, new graphics and an entirely new look for this 'ere myspace page! More stremaline than ever before and, hoepfully, it will give you a deeper insight into my workings and musings. Plus, it'll be well pretty. Because pretty things are nice. Yes.

I am TRIIIIPLEY excited because I now appear, legitmately officially and, above all else, legally on paper. I feel it even more of a sucess due to these tough econmic climates to be able to pick up this month's issue of Terrorizer and shove page 77 RIGHT into an innocent bystander's face and say:

"That's me, that is. See? It's purple and e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g!"

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I now appear in a print ad, curtosy of Eulogy Media Ltd. You just can't escape me and I wouldn't want you to. I want you here on the ride beside me and the rest of the Eulogy Media artists, having a blast and learning everything about each other. Whether you like it or not.

Don't believe me? Have a butchers!



And you can check me out also in an up and coming Devolution magazine. You know you want to.

Additionally, I've enjoyed reading the thorough and extremely well researched interview that Hal Sinden (Talanas and Eulogy Media Ltd.) has recently taken for Underground Industries UK, which you can find here. Read if you like to feel the passion and truth from both the interviewer and interviewee about amazing music and what will be happening for Eulogy Media artists SOON!

Thankyou for reading and see you in the not-so-distant future!

Flake's are so much more effort than their worth. I just found chocolate in my belly button!

In other news: SHAZAM!



Brick Lane - June 2009 - Robert Marchosias

A little preview as I am excited by his talent.

Holy coffee induced extreme paranoia and anxiousness, Batman!

Whenever I have a well-justified, built up and typically final arguement with someone, I always forget what my reasons and convictions are.

Confrontation really fucks with my focus.

Twice a day, I walk past quite a nice looking Tapas bar that has just opened round the back of Melia White House near Great Portland Street. As it is new, they always have smiley women to hand out flyers for the resturant and ensure that they have people sitting outside enjoying it for people to see.

I've never once been handed a leaflet. In fact, most times, they will actually move back in to the resturant area as I walk past. Or they shall walk around me to get to people walking beside me - on both sides. I find it hilarious.

If I'm to think this is based on the way that I look, I have purple hair, piercings and a tattoo. Each of these things require money to get in the first place and to maintain and, possibly, a higher state of hygiene. This shows that I am not scraping the barrel and could probably afford the resturant.

I also don't think I am particulary scary...? Surely I'm a big cuddle? Or perhaps I look like the Devil incarnate when walking alone?

Obviously, I'm not offended and actually find it incredibly amusing. But I often ponder on such things. I'm clearly not good enough to be their clientele.

Currently looking at the most beautiful handfasting! I don't know the couple, but they are called Evita and Michael and they are behind this here cut!

( Cut!!! )

An Army of Me. Now you're all DOOOOOMED!



Shot by Robert Marchosias in Brick Lane - 26/06/09. Up against some graffiti and white vans 'coz I is well 'ard