Monday, 6 June 2011

Sunday 5th June

A Long overdue lie in seemed to do nothing for my general apathy towards any form of movement or lucid thought, but after replenishing my caffeine levels I was able to drag my beautiful body downstairs.  I spent a happy half an hour with the iPad version of the Sunday Times, which makes me feel dreadfully middle classed and Conservative.  I then watched the documentary and gig by the Foo Fighters from the night before, and fell rather dreadfully in love with Dave Grohl.  Whilst I have always quite liked their music, they have never featured highly on my "Must listen to" list.  However, as the documentary went on, I realised how much of their stuff I enjoyed.  I was happily flopping my hair along in time, when the realization struck me that I had agreed to a haircut.  This is always a painful experience for me.  I think that my long hair has in some way been an attempt to make myself appear more interesting than I actually am.  Clinging desperately to the chair I felt myself becoming more dull and tedious with every snip of the scissors.  Still, looking on the bright side, people will be more polite towards me again for a while.  We went to the local antiques fair in the afternoon, and once again I found myself buying books.  Four theatrical books, that should have cost a lot more than they did.  I am filled with a little bit of teenage excitement for tomorrow, as the Arctic Monkeys new album is released, and this always makes me happy.  Alex's voice always makes me smile, and his lyrics are wonderfully astute and funny.  It also takes me back to the time I leapt from the Rat Race, and took up this rather ill advised career of mine.  I listened to the arctic Monkeys a lot at that time of my life, and there is a quality to his voice that feels like a comfortable old armchair.  Having said all of this, I fully expect the album to be crap, just to spite me.  I have also started to use Blip Photo like my good friend Mr Pops.  I suspect that my entries may be slightly less beautiful than Pop's.  He lives in the Lake District, whereas my current residence is not quite as pretty.  I shall see if I manage to keep it up.

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