First Blog

This is my first blog, born out of boredom mostly, and the fact that it's possibly the second most happening scene after last week's mammoth tiddlywinks and backgammon social.

I'm not really in a particularly productive mood for blog entries, I feel no sadness or rage, except towards those pesky kids, I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for them! I guess my reasoning behind this is 'cos everyone seems to be getting in on 'em, and my criticisms were made without ever having tried it out. So I guess just be gentle with me, and I can have a smoke after it (Do you smoke after blogging, or have you not checked?)

Perhaps though it will provide a good outlet for one of my favourite pastimes (after tiddlywinks and backgammon, obviously) which would be speaking at length about absolute rubbish. It's especially bad when I hear a word or phrase which sets me off on a tangent, and then there's no stopping me from rambling on and on and on and on and on and then somehow I'll manage to get back round to where I started having established nothing useful or interesting. Have you ever heard the song Albuquerque by Weird Al? Kinda like that. Doesn't tend to involve so many snorkels though.

On the subject of songs, I strongly suggest (read: if you don't, I will find you and set your shoes on fire) you go out and buy/pirate/craft from sticks with rudimentary tools/steal/loot (or lewt, for those in the know. And it is indeed phat.) a copy of the album "De-loused in the Comatorium" by The Mars Volta. It's fairly obvious where the talent from At The Drive-In went after the split. The new album, "Frances the Mute" is also excellent, but contains a bit too much silence/unnecessary quiet… uhh… noises. Now before I turn this into a music review and go on to pass judgement on all the latest releases, I think it's time to move on. But seriously, buy it. Or else.

If you've been reading the news lately, you might have read something interesting. I, on the other hand, read about Ken Livingstone, Supreme Ruler of Londinium, being branded a Nazi. Although it's had far too much column time devoted to it, I thought I'd add my own insight into it, and leave it be. I know it's extremely sad to make this kind of thing in your spare time, but it's not like i got any work to do or anything…

What a silly boy. If anyone needed a good haddock-slap, it's him. And possibly that Jackson guy, although it might result in a case of "nose overboard!" and no-one wants that. How would he smell? Either terrible, or with great difficulty. Think about that for just a minute. I got another one… How do frogs like their sandals? Open-toad of course. See, wasn't that hi-larious? Full credit for that abomination against comedy goes to Louise :D

I think I've rambled on far too long now, seeing as I started off not really knowing what to say… If I can leave you with one thing, it would be this. And remember to always listen to naked bald Traffic Safety man, he talks a lot of sense.

Full credit to RoG and the guys at i-mockery.com on that piece of much funniness.

Alex out.

: 22 Feb 2005 16:48 |  Comments (2) |  Report a problem