Thank God It's Friday...
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apollaEvening, all,
Most of England has been paralysed by TWO WHOLE INCHES of snow. Can you fecking believe it? Only in England could the country be brought to a standstill by two measly inches of frozen water particles. Two inches that were forecast a week ago.
Come on Tony, pull your head out of George's arse and get on with stuff that's important here. Don't you get it? We don't want to go to war for someone else's oil, we want you to sort out gun crime, the NHS, schools and the fact that two sodding inches of snow have caused some people to be stuck on the motorway in freezing conditions for EIGHTEEN hours. We want you to be our Prime Minister, not someone else's lapdog. Understand?
Rant over. For now.
Had my tooth mostly sorted out on Tuesday and it's no longer hugely painful. It turns out that I had two, count em, two abcesses. Because I could only get to see an emergency dude, I've only got a temporary filling so I'm going to have to find a new dentist and home and get them to sort me out. Although you should've seen the state of me after I left the dentist- one half of my face was a bit swollen, I was pale as a ghost (although that's not unknown) and the anaesthetic made me shake. Tash took one look at me and her jaw dropped and she shouted 'What did they do to you?' Which was really funny because she was in a really crowded Clinton's Cards shop at the time.
My music class was finally quite interesting today- James Brown, baby! Still have Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine in my head. Not complaining.
Just read Ray Manzarek's first novel 'The Poet In Exile' in about an hour and a half- swift reading even by my standards. Wasn't bad and it's nice to know that his friends wish Jim Morrison faked his death as much as the rest of us do. I do wish that Jim managed to disappear and hopefully found some peace. But I believe he's there in Paris. Anyway, don't want to get onto a downer, so let's move on...
I don't know if any of you Brits reading have been watching The Salon, but it's on right now and Michael sodding Barrymore, of all people has come in for a haircut and a pedicure. I heard they had to silence out most of what he said because of legal proceedings. Bloody Hell! Is Pete Townsend coming in for a cut and blow dry next? Perhaps Matthew Kelly too!
I'm off to watch my new Led Zep DVD. The wonders of modern technology.
Most of England has been paralysed by TWO WHOLE INCHES of snow. Can you fecking believe it? Only in England could the country be brought to a standstill by two measly inches of frozen water particles. Two inches that were forecast a week ago.
Come on Tony, pull your head out of George's arse and get on with stuff that's important here. Don't you get it? We don't want to go to war for someone else's oil, we want you to sort out gun crime, the NHS, schools and the fact that two sodding inches of snow have caused some people to be stuck on the motorway in freezing conditions for EIGHTEEN hours. We want you to be our Prime Minister, not someone else's lapdog. Understand?
Rant over. For now.
Had my tooth mostly sorted out on Tuesday and it's no longer hugely painful. It turns out that I had two, count em, two abcesses. Because I could only get to see an emergency dude, I've only got a temporary filling so I'm going to have to find a new dentist and home and get them to sort me out. Although you should've seen the state of me after I left the dentist- one half of my face was a bit swollen, I was pale as a ghost (although that's not unknown) and the anaesthetic made me shake. Tash took one look at me and her jaw dropped and she shouted 'What did they do to you?' Which was really funny because she was in a really crowded Clinton's Cards shop at the time.
My music class was finally quite interesting today- James Brown, baby! Still have Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine in my head. Not complaining.
Just read Ray Manzarek's first novel 'The Poet In Exile' in about an hour and a half- swift reading even by my standards. Wasn't bad and it's nice to know that his friends wish Jim Morrison faked his death as much as the rest of us do. I do wish that Jim managed to disappear and hopefully found some peace. But I believe he's there in Paris. Anyway, don't want to get onto a downer, so let's move on...
I don't know if any of you Brits reading have been watching The Salon, but it's on right now and Michael sodding Barrymore, of all people has come in for a haircut and a pedicure. I heard they had to silence out most of what he said because of legal proceedings. Bloody Hell! Is Pete Townsend coming in for a cut and blow dry next? Perhaps Matthew Kelly too!
I'm off to watch my new Led Zep DVD. The wonders of modern technology.
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Date: 2003-01-31 11:10 (UTC)I'd like to believe Jim is still alive too. It is a major pisser to me that a lot of the music I love, and the people who made it, died before I was born and there'll be no more.
Hope you feel much better and your weekend's good.
Love your rants, BTW!
Schnompers"
~Ash
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Date: 2003-01-31 15:45 (UTC)I know exactly what you mean. My friends all worry about the number of people whose pictures are on my wall that are deceased. But that's not the point, is it? It's what they created before. After finishing Ray's book earlier I felt quite depressed, thinking that this Morrison-less world is drab and dull because he (and the others, Mr Lennon in partick) isn't in it anymore. But without meaning to become soppy (it doesn't go with my colouring) as long as people still listen to him, this is not a Morrison-less world.
And as for snow, I'm of the opinion that people do not cope well with inclement weather, even in places like S Carolina and England where we're not renowed for tropical climates. Also, people don't learn!
Stay lucky mate,
Clare.