what kind of person lies about being from bellingham

and how are you supposed to take backhanded compliments?
I feel like that guy in the book I was reading, when the ship arrives.

Metro Weekender (@ Clapham Common) was amazing, favorite moment was a tossup b/w 20,000 people singing along with the chorus Me, Myself and I, and randomly football free-for-all with an inflatable beach ball in a drunken sea of people while being chased/tackled by me mates (random as in, no goal).

wants in the short: to go for a run back home in my forest backyard, drop the signature Zero 7 at the end of exhausting Saturday 5hr sets, LHRs, sushi, Mirage and clean lungs.

wants in the short short: maybe just maybe I can be that catalyst repairing this stupid rift in the workplace. (maybe I'm Kofi Annan, but competent? speaking of which, I almost got Sprewelled by our very own Kofi, the dishwasher, so maybe these are delusions of grandeur)
also, 2 more passport stamps please.

what after Europe.. Asia? Sudamerica? 416/905? mm Back to Penticton (one seat left? holla) first/ i think

one thing i learned

lesbians dont have to look like lesbians (deputies?sherriffs?officiality)
they also still have can have a bit of straight in them,
and they also have the power to convert straight women.

i guess that makes three.

Sincerest Apologies

for the rambling irrelevance of my last post.

musically:
go get the new Peaches single! sexy minimal electro breathy catchy
still out on Dilla's The Shining and Outkast's Idlewild.
play 33s at 45, vice versa.

fashionably:
not feeling the french horizontal stripes, ladies.. I'm pretty sure that's not the desired optical illusion

eatingably:
only fresh produce, since our shyster landlord never tops up our gas card (he also goes into my room when im not home -!?!). no sorry hes lebanese, now i know who im backing

physically:
ive lost at least 10 or 15 lbs since exams, which means im still twice the size of your average band frontman

spiritually:
go read The Prophet

sportingly:
SRC misses LHR

drivingly:
I miss my beater with the one missing hubcap, shit I can't even remember what it is.. green something, corolla?... no tercel!

you enjoy the thing for the thing's sake

What's purer than a dude with a voice and his guitar? as I found out its 4 dudes with 3 guitars, a couple of sixpacks, a bottle of 'chardonnay' - and a mic, some preamps and other kit, a handful of catchy dittys and a line-in to Cubase. (thanks to a couple of Afrikaans and the inimitable mr. clews - hear his talent here http://www.myspace.com/votersound)
INSPIRATION LIVES! (even if it can't record a decent take or keep proper time)

B.U.T. is then suddenly brought back to earth by the slap in the face i needed to receive, in the form of an email (courtesy of someone who knows. check his music http://www.myspace.com/kylenordman).

On the festival front, Im going to Get Loaded in the Park, headed by Babyshambles, Buzzcocks, De La Soul (!!!!), Lily Allen, The Slits, DJs James Lavelle (jaaa) and the Oakenfold of breaks, Adam Freeland,
too bad I have to miss both Creamfields and Southwest Four the day before (every large dj in the world, basically)

---------angry rant------------
on my travels I learned thing or two. specifically, what I don't want to do and don't want to be, the only reason I haven't deleted **** from my phone is so i can block calls
In retrospect a friday night spent in a record store digging thru wax is infinitely better than another substance-related second wasted hearing your sleazy, bravado-wearing routine.
Ive not ever met another human being who evoked such feelings of disgust and pity, I really couldn't give two shits who you hooked up with last night, and don't call me at 7am in the morning to go party.. maybe you should look on the map to find out where Berlin is first .
--------fini----------

alright back to happy patrick

My Funny Story (maybe not so funny. but a story.. without a point)
I planned this pollo y chorizo stewy mayhem the other day, which if you know me should impress you (olives, peppers, veges, garlic on rice whuttt) especially considering our flat's lack of basic kitchenware. Ok so its 2 for 1 chicken day, but I only get the 1 pack because, I didn't want to cook twice and there's no storage. boo.. ok I get home and all excited toss the 4 drums 4 thighs in the pan around 4pm(these are my days off) forgetting to prep the veg oops, plus our knives are duller than that goddamn Yank I've disowned.

Ok so an hour later its all great and done, but shit I forgot the chorizo. I guess its not spanish anymore. And now I have sitting in large pot, a full meal for 4 and no way to store it. Another hour later Im full of chicken

prohibited onboard: wallets, waterbottles, electronics, literature, and dignity

alright Im back like tightening that discomfort in the center of your chest, a little annoyed cuz Little Brother cancelled their show tonight in Camden Town. so mi hermano JD just left after a memorable 2 weeks here (his story to tell). we just returned from a few days stranded in breathtaking Paris, where I managed to lose him on the metro in a drunken stupor (not mine). what an amazing city, Montmartre and Champs Élysée among my favorites, the jazz scene incredible and simply so many things to see (and buy, classic Black Sheep album for 11 euros).

no pics as I forgot my camera in the rush, we woke up 1.5hrs late for our flight, and barely made it, just like last time leaving Luton (remember, Trevor?)

Since we got caught in the middle of the terrorist mess, our flight back to London was cancelled, postponed a day (would have been 2 but for my tongue of silver), then again delayed several more hours, you don't want to be messing aroudn with British airports right now. Heathrow looks like a shantytown, with people sprawled out on their luggage outside and the departure lineups stretching, literally 10 minute walks from beginning to end, and 1 out of 3 flights is grounded indefinitely.

invaluable as our brother-bonding experience was (wouldn't trade it for the world), its great to have my own bed back again and run off the Me itinerary, which is to say, lack of organization (and nutrition) and total impulse. also realized how much I missed being on the road (staying in one spot, slaving and partying, seems ruttish). so im going to stockholm for a few days then returning and immediately going to dublin the next day.

hope this whole islam trendthing blows over by then, my new pet peeve is "random" strip-searches (on the way to work no less). see you soon