Finding A Way

I’ve spent the last week or so trying to organise the artwork for the Find A Way 7inch. Because I don’t really know much about things that are in any way technologically related except for the pipe in the telly and how to fix the broadband, Alex and Glenn have been helping me. I’m really happy with how it’s turning out and we should be sending it off for pressing by the end of the weekend. It’s a really great feeling getting things finished and producing something that is entirely your own work and creative. There’s alot of work to do before we go on tour but this seems like the impetus to get it all going. I’m highly positive:) On the theme of being organised I’m finding University extremely interesting at the moment.Studying Ibsen and Ezra Pound makes going to Uni with thousands of Chuds slightly more bearable.                                                                                                                                                                                                   +      = GOOD BUZZ                                                                          I was told that the latest Loved Ones album is a grower. And it certainly is. 

Surprises rule. I just had the best weekend ever.                                                                                                                             

I watched most of the inaugaration ceremony today. As much as I’m aware that it is aload of bollocks and that American foreign policy will never change, I do feel hopeful. I’ll reread this in six months to a year and think fucking hell Zach you are an idiot. But I have a good feeling about Barack Obama. I’ve always had this fascination about America and what goes on there and the differences and diversities within the place. Although I’ve only really been to liberal areas like New England, New York and California, it’s a fucking weird place. Weird in a perverse but strangely evocative way. I mean only in America can you Supersize a supersize, you can buy bullets for your rifle in the same shop as your bread and butter and the distance of 200 miles can bring you from desert to seashore or mountain range to the third largest city in the world.                                                                                                                                                                                                   I find it a place that I could never belong so I can only imagine how people of ethnic minorities must feel. For me America is a place of consistent labels and namesakes. Everybody is a part of something and everybody belongs to somewhere. I hope he gets it right and I hope that he is the someone to stand up to Congress and the Senate and to realise that lives are more important than investments. Palestine is in bits. Iraq is in bits. Iran will probably be in bits shortly. History repeats itself but luckily this is a new frontier for the stupidest, fattest, most ignorant, repulsive, beautiful, most powerful country in the world.                                                                                                                                                      Good luck mate.                                                                                                                            

Being sick is crappy. I mean in the general sense it is. You feel like shit, food doesn’t taste delicious. You take to drinking things like Ginger Ale and Hot Whiskey in order to rescue your senses and try and coax them back to life but no you end up feeling just as miserable as you did before these activities. So I’ve taken to embracing my sickness wholeheartedly and I’m going to do it bigstyle.  Between 10 o’clock last night and 12.30 this afternoon I watched the whole Stephen Fry in America boxset, which is without doubt one of the best things the BBC have broadcasted in years directly behind Top Gear. I’ve read some very nice cookbook that my Mam got for me for Christmas and I’ve eaten some toffee. Now all these activities are enjoyable and make me feel better but when these run out, we are entrenched with the evils of boredom. Enter this lad……  I’m going to be honest, I’ve never really paid much attention to this lad or his band, because I wouldn’t waste my time. But since I can’t do anything else at the moment I found myself watching a making of their video, for a song called Chelsea Smile. The definiton of a Chelsea smile is : a nickname for the malicious practice of cutting a victim’s face from the edges of the mouth to the ears, often using a credit card to hold the mouth open in modern times.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     The video portrays a load of pretty young girls getting pissed in some warehouse wearing bras and hoping they’ll get to suck the dick off one of the lads in the band. I don’t understand this stuff at all. I don’t understand how people can like shit like this. That Oli Sykes lad has a face like something out of a Playdough packet, if he didn’t have all those trendy tattoos he could be a character in Postman Pat. This little rendezvous into the world of bullshit has made me feel worse. I should have just rewatched Stephen Fry.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               My advice is if you feel yourself coming down with the “virus”, run to the shops and get yourself plenty of supplies that will help you remain within in your comfort zone. I’m going to have nightmares about that cunt tonight. 

Today is cold, damp, sneezy, coughy and miserable physically for me but inside I’m dancing the jig. I can’t remember feeling as sick as I did on Saturday night. Watching The People vs Larry Flynt I did resemble Courteney Love a bit.  Reasons for me feeling class against all the odds are: Lottie. Forging Friendships being signed. My new Mac Book. My bros. People being nice to me without having to be. Jacket potatoes. And Avonmore Mozarella and Cheddar Mix.     Although I’m in the lucky position of feeling class, January is a shit month. According to my old man the 29th of December is the angriest day of the year. I have absolutely no idea where he obtained this information from but I’ll choose to believe it. I also read in the Guardian that Suicide Watch UK or some similar organisation predict a massive increase in suicide this year. We are living in an increasingly pessimistic and horrible reality so I think that it is even more important to dwell on the brighter sides of things like the ninja cat and Stephen Fry. It seems a long time ago since January 5th 2008. Alot has changed but some things stay the same.I hope this time next year I’ll feel as happy as I do now.