Rules of Play

23:06:23 o'clock GMT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing Test Icicles - Boa vs Python

Ok fuck Arctic Monkeys (though they are pretty good, despite the name) Test Icicles are officially the best new band since the Libertines...

They're a crazy mash-up of electro, punk, indie and screamo with a bit of hip-hop thrown in for good measure... sounds interesting... and somehow they get away with it... they don't sound like Limp Bizkit or Korn or some other nu-metal shit like that.

Saw them last Thursday at the Camden Barfly (con Lethal Bizzle) - literally the best gig i've ever been to - i was crouching on the stage for the best part of it! The buff one (Sam - far right all in black) pulled me back into the crowd with him, then told me to scream into his mic...wow...i kept getting hit on the head with their guitars. Not that i minded too much. : )

Go to : http://myspace.com/testicicles or www.testicicles.com

Check out the video for Circle Square Triangle!

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21:19:10 o'clock GMT
Feeling Quiet

hmmm... journals area looks all a bit funny...anyone else?

heellloooo... haven't written in quite a while... all apologies : )

Don't have much time at the mo (coursework) but i was just wondering:

What is the most important attribute as an artist (of any form) - technical skill, creativity or eccentricity? Is there a difference between them anyway? Do you need all of them, as they all support each other? Or do you not require any of them?

Also: is sex the only difference between an intense friendship with your best friend and a relationship?

And how am i going to afford to buy everyone christmas presents this year??

I'll leave you pondering...i'll write later.

And farewell xxx

 

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18:11:19 o'clock GMT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing My goddam squeaky chair!

Mi fin de semana es muy shitia. I can never remember the goddam past tense. A bad thing - i take my mocks in January. They start two days after my birthday (8th January fact fans)! This means i will have to postpone my sixteenth birthday celebrations as i will be stuck behind my bedroom door frantically learning two years of maths. BUT it will probably snow on my birthday - it often does, but this years pretty much guaranteed as its going to be freeeezing. It already is - i am having to wear my lovely woollen tweed coat to school...so cosy. I'm dreeaamiing of a whiiite, um, biiirthdaaay... well more sort of grey sludge birthday, this is London after all. But the garden and the park down the road look beautiful in the snow. Lol, talk about living up to a stereotype - here i am chatting (?) to you about the weather and tweed coats and what-not... how very english of me...but anyway this park is not really a park, it's a wood more like, absolutely huge. It used to be the grounds of the Manor house... belonging to a big rich family called the Cators who owned most of South-East London at one point. Seriously, if you could see this park. A fucking private garden?? Jesus. It must be miles.

Ooh yeah are there any anglophiles or just non-brits out there? Perceptions of other cultures and national stereotypes are something which have always fascinated me. This is easier when investigating another culture, but though i believe myself well travelled i don't have enough distance to gain some perspective on the Brits. You need to be an insider and an outsider at the same time, you know? Unfortunately studying your own culture is very hard as little social rules and customs etc go unnoticed by you, but a foriegner finds them easier to see. I'd like to write a book on national stereotypes in the future. If anyone can give me their views on English culture or on any other cultures for that matter, particualary the social side of life, or 'typical characters', that would be great. Just a note - i don't care if you have something bad to say! A mixed set of views would be brilliant thanks : )

If anyone else is also interested in the subject i recommend a book called Watching The English by Kate Fox. About the English, of course - everything in this was so true & very funny, particualry the chapter on English humour & the one about the pub. One for the English & non-English alike. Another one is McCarthy's Bar by Pete McCarthy It's about the Irish - with an Irish father i found this very interesting. It's not told so much as an anthropology, like Watching the English, more some half-Irish English bloke's journal who travelled around Ireland, wondering if it is possible to fit into a country were you weren't born and didn't grow up in. His observations on Irish culture are very amusing, particualary when he compares them back to English culture. I'm not quite so sure on the accuracy of this one, but its still good craic (sorry - it's good fun : ) picking up Irish slang off my dear old pa)

Got extremely sidetracked tracked there. Well, as you know, it was Fireworks night/ Bonfire night/ Guy Fawkes night/ whatever you want to call it (D-day amoung my friends and i, for reasons that are too long and complicated to explain right now). I'm going to assume any non-brits reading know what this is... im sure you do (just in case - in brief - Guy Fawkes attempted to blow up Parliament yonks ago, failed, fireworks night celebrates his failure to kill the King. Celebrated by burning scarecrows (representing Guy Fawkes), setting off fireworks, lighting bonfires - nowadays - in brief - an excuse for a party). There's a bit of a fireworks party held up in Blackheath, which me and my friends decided to go to - as did half our school, it turns out. Day started bad when i overslept, and therefore had to miss a bit of a daytime jam (i play guitar) over at Kasey's, with Alice and Rose as well. i had so much work, you see. Kasey (your humble narrator's best mate in the whole wide world ever in all eternity soul mate etc mwah) So went over to Kaseys at about half seven, with good old\Sarah, just in time to catch Alice's fabulous 15-year-old-Bright-Eyes-in-his-emo-period impression (tres amusant). Then half of year 10 turned up to meet Hannah, Kasey's little sister. Alice was very embarrassed. Left, took ages to get to Blackheath (Ken Livingston and his stooopid slow London Transport). This gave us time to stock up on the old Stella & Smirnoff (and Strongbow aka tramp's piss for Alice) (not Smirnoff Ices...i want you to know that) so we were suitably silly by the time we arrived. Met with Adila & Gennie, later with Jake, Ed, Robert, Ross, Nailah etc. Missed most of the fireworks while we tried to find everyone else. Ended up only staying with them for about ten minutes after we found them...had to leave as we had a party to get to, saw more people, blah, took ages to get to the party, goddam buses again. We didn't get there till 11 o'clock, and it was crap anyway. We promptly left, now being midnight, headed back to Alice's where my dearly pa picked me up... woke up next day with banging head and sicky stomach after mixing my drinks and not eating before going out... and last year was so good. Oh well. We will make next year better.

Tommytickla - it porbably has, but that's a good idea... i'll put it in my mindbox for later reference : )

And farewell xxx

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16:55:02 o'clock GMT
Feeling Happy
Hearing Billie Holiday

tommytickla - Blankets (poem below 4 other readers!) - thanks 4 the tips - yeah i agree i wasn't to sure about 'however'. The showing not telling idea - i went on a writing course down in Somerset - Arvon - they told us about that. Yes you're right - its supposed to be one continuous sentence, like a trail of thought - thats how i wrote it. I thought about an object and just wrote down everything that came to my mind.

Anyway, must dash, going to the Paddingtons HMV instore signing & gig EXTRAVAGANZA...

Today - boring bland blah whatever...

I'll write later...

And farewell xxx

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17:32:45 o'clock GMT
Feeling Loopy
Hearing The Libertines

They don't have a very good selection of moods, do they?

~*Happy Halloween*~

FIRST DAY BACK TO THE INSTITUTION WOoooooo.....

You know when you wake up thinking your day is gonna be shit and then even though nothing particularly bad happens you have a shit day anyway, only because you're in that mind set and so it's your own bloody fault? One of those days. But now i'm on a bit of a SUGAR HIGH because i am comfort eating. I shall be twenty stone by next week if i carry on like this.

We hardly ever get trick-or-treaters calling. Trickletreetas. I live in the suburbs of London, where it's much greener than the inner city concrete jungle. Well, my road is unmade, passing through a wood and over a railway bridge, no tarmac, just mud and puddles and a bit of gravel. It's owned by some geezer living on the Isle of Mann who doesn't do anything to improve the road, and won't sell it to the council. This means the local authorities are not allowed to install any more street lamps. There are two 40 watt flickering lamps either side of the bridge, but they only cast shadows. They're the real old wartime ones too, not the gas lamps, but the type that curl over at the top, poised like a snake ready to bite. It's a very creepy road at night, you can barely see your hand in front of your face, let alone some twisted axe murderer come to chop off your legs then leg it with your mobile. I'm too scared to walk down it on my own when it's dark! It's a problem in winter when the sun is setting as i come home from school. Luckily we live at the end, i don't have to walk past the woods. So understandably the little kids in their nylon witches hats and plastic vampire teeth never venture down here come All Hallows Eve on the off chance of receiving some half-melted fun-sized mars bar (what's the fun in a bar so small anyway?).

The SMOKING ban. What a fiasco. Smoking needs to be banned outright in public places or not at all. Hey, they did it in Ireland, didn't they? And it's worked out all fine and dandy, even in a culture based very much around the pub. But they do have very influential unions. The ban was introduced purely to protect workers in pubs, restaurants, etc. This thing with outlawing smoking in pubs which serve food, because it's unpleasant for diners??Yes, passive smoking is not desirable when you're tucking into your dinner, and the stinky culprit is of course being very inconsiderate, but how can the government pass a law enforcing MANNERS? Not particulary democratic, is it? What next, 5 years and a hefty fine for putting your elbows on the table? The government is missing the point - they need to pass this ban as a health & safety law to protect workers or not at all.

Ooh, yeah... EXPOSURE of major companies... right here... wait a minute. Enquiries must be made... be right back.

Okay, my dad is not in to give me details but i shall tell you all i know.

THEY HAVE INVENTED A CIGERETTE WHICH DOES NOT GIVE OFF SMOKE - THEREFORE PREVENTING PASSIVE SMOKING.

'That's fantastic!' I hear you say, smoker or non-smoker. The scandal is, they invented it in the seventies/eighties. It somehow contains the smoke given off from the lit end of the cigerette, so it goes into the smokers lungs rather than everyone else's. My dad was working as an advisor for a major cigerette company at the time, he smoked one of these 'anti-passive smoking' fags, and they WORK. The smoker does not notice any difference at all.

So why did they never launch it? Surely they would have selled bucketloads? I'll tell you why. Because, even though it has been repeatly proved that smoking is bad for you, very bad for you, and this is widely known and accepted, manufacturers do not want to draw any more attention to this fact. Because they don't give a shit about the thousands of men, women, children dying across the world from passive smoking. This is disgusting.

The owner of the Marlboro empire is a non-smoker. That's pretty telling, isn't it?

When i get hold of my dad, i'll get more details for you.

And how about a poem to lighten the mood?

 

Yesterday

Yesterday i tried to paint you,

but the colours

weren't beautiful enough.

Neither were words

when i tried to sing

about you,

so i tried to write

about you,

but nothing in this world

could ever do you justice,

so i stopped trying

and just smiled

because i knew you'd understand.

 

And farewell xxx

 

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21:10:42 o'clock GMT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing TV ads coming from the living room

jacksongbmva - Physics? i trust you mean scientific physics (bit random thats all *smiles*) Nah, i'm not into mathematical subjects...i love english lit...i want to take a degree in it...i want to be a writer. Not sure what kind though.

And farewell xxx

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17:04:42 o'clock GMT
Feeling Anxious
Hearing 'Hey Scenesters' - The Cribs. Saw them on the NME Rock'n'Roll Riot tour on Thursday. Amazing!

"Rock'n'Roll is about free spirit in an alternative lifestyle - not petty crime and binge drinking." - Stephen Malit.

I like this quote.

I'm still faffing (is that how you spell it?) around not doing my work. It's amazing how interesting other things become when you're avoiding something.

And farewell xxx

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16:37:18 o'clock GMT
Feeling Frustrated
Hearing 'Shot Down' - Nine Black Alps. Seeing them on Tuesday (woooh!)

It won't let me put anything in the All About Me column. I put in one sentence of about 50 characters and it says it can't be more than 1000 characters long. Stupid stupid stupid. I blame all my troubles on the computer.

And farewell xxx

 

 

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16:10:24 o'clock GMT
Feeling Anxious
Hearing Computer humming...eurostar trains...my stupid chair which squeaks when i spin on it.

Argh back to school tomorrow. I really should be doing my coursework right now, but I'm avoiding it and finding other things i simply have to do RIGHT NOW. You wouldn't believe the amount of work I have.

This blog. Let me explain. It will be a bit a jumble (this greatly reflects myself) of my random thoughts, little quotes...poems & bits of writing (my own and others)...please add comments particulary to my writing...constructive critiscism welcomed...thanks.

Let's just clarify something...yes, i am 15, but please throw any predjudices and misconceptions you may or may not hold out the window...you know what i'm talking about. *smiles*  This isn't a 'the whole world agaisnt me' rant and rave...i'll try not to bore you with any of those...just be open-minded to everything in the world or we'll never move forward.

 First poem then? I've picked one i wrote a few months ago...a trail of thought poem...to match my mood at the moment...but i usually find explaining your own work is so pretentious so just read it and make up your own mind.

 

Blankets

Although blankets may keep you

warm at night,

they always made my skin itch

from the course fibres, like the blankets

in the cottage in Lewes,

which was small and damp

and had woodworm in the planks

beneath my bare feet,

however, at that time I was

not scared of insects like i am now,

though the idea of having all those

bed bugs in the blankets

always made my skin

itch more than the blankets themselves,

like the time i wore a plaster on my foot

and it gave me an oblong

rash the shape

of the swimming pool

that i remember having a nightmare

 about, when a crocodile was trying to grab

my ankles

but it's teeth were too blunt

to hurt me,

unlike my nails which scratched my skin

whenever i used the blankets

in the cottage in Lewes,

or the ones on army camp

where i couldn't sleep

because the beds sagged

and were too small.

 

And farewell xxx

 

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