2005. end of.
here’s the thing. i don’t do lists. earlier this year i moved to bradford, transferring my job to leeds at the same time. i said goodbye to all the office people who were made redundant for refusing to transfer to leeds, with the exception of podite who is still hanging on in a neighbouring office in birmingham and haunting the leeds office every now and then. i remember i deliberately kept quiet about this blog when i joined, and then i told S about it. a year later nicky knew about it, and when the end of september 2005 arrived, hey, everyone knows about it.
anyway, i got a new authority, except i don’t think i’ll refer to him as ‘the authority’ because well, it doesn’t seem to fit. mention ‘the authority’ and i’ll assume you’re referring to the authority who plays x-box in his bungalow, owner of a sword he picked up from aston hall, which is (probably) hanging over his fireplace (anybody know where he put it?). anyway. the new authority - he can make a really really good cup of tea - says you’re either one of two people, those who make lists, and those who don’t. just so you know, i don’t make lists. apart from shopping lists. that’s it.
i don’t like to decide on favourites. because in a way people always hold you to them after, don’t they? it bothers me so much. earlier this year i picked up mylo's destroy rock and roll, because i kept hearing about it here and there, i liked the sound of in my arms (information leafblower has a download here, if anyone can get that whole ‘mylo is good, mylo is great’ message across it’s him, i’m rubbish at these things), and then one of colin and justin told heat magazine they had it. well, if colin and justin have it…
i offered to let brother #1 play the mylo cd in his car on a shopping trip to bicester village. but then he refused to give it back, because the nieces loved it so much. fancy that! and then he gave it away to sister #4 after he picked up the re-issued destroy rock and roll, thanks. and er, i can't stand that miami sound machine version. it’s still on the mp3 player, though, so i’m not fed up with it yet.
i picked up nouvelle vague at the same time, and i still listen to it now, especially friday night, saturday morning: i dunno, i think it’s the way the voice begins ‘out of bed at 8am, out my head, by half past ten’, it's exactly how i sound after sleeping off the worst headache/migraine/delete as appropriate in the world, ever. and marian! if i had to pick a favourite intro it would be the first five seconds of marian. i think takk by sigur ros appeared on the internet around the same time. takk is good, but i think it's like something you'd listen to when you're stuck at bradford forster square on a cold and frosty morning.
i admit i’m slow when it comes to music and that includes arcade fire (brian told me about them last year but i er, wasn’t paying enough attention, sorry). brother #4 liked the arcade fire album too. a couple of months ago the twins looked at me with fear when i grabbed the remote off one of them before they could switch channels for the millionth time, arcade fire did rebellion on top of the pops dammit!
i used to read a lot of books years back. i can’t remember reading much for the beginning of this year, which is bad. but then in august office neighbour (hi!), who knew i used to talk books with another office neighbour, gave me a copy of case histories. it was the third one free in an offer, and she’d forgotten she’d bought it already, so i got her spare copy. i’m glad i have a copy to keep, because i really do want to read it again, but some of it was just too sad, kate atkinson does that, and i can’t bring myself to read the olivia story again. is that mad? what makes you think i care? anyway. after that i’d picked up another of her books, behind the scenes at the museum. i don’t think i’ll have trouble reading that one again. and now i’m reading into the wild. i have to finish it before friday because brother #1 wants it back.
brother #1 again. we went to watch a film this summer, which is the only film i’m going to mention. the thing is, we got in his car, drove to the cinema in broad street, where i took a picture of the car park (that one in the complex, what is it called again?), watched batman begins, left the cinema and drove home. the whole time, i don’t think we said a single word to each other. how mad is that?! batman begins was good, though. christian bale needs to sort out his batman voice though, but then again anyone who has blogged about batman begins has probably said exactly the same thing.
wow. this must be the longest blog post ever. which leads me to blogs i got into this year, in no particular order:
shutterfool
poptext
digital eargasm
flip flop flying
attempt to be hip
information leafblower
and that’s your lot. man, it’s been a mad year, innit? see now this is why i don't do reviews. back whenever. ta-ra!
here’s the thing. i don’t do lists. earlier this year i moved to bradford, transferring my job to leeds at the same time. i said goodbye to all the office people who were made redundant for refusing to transfer to leeds, with the exception of podite who is still hanging on in a neighbouring office in birmingham and haunting the leeds office every now and then. i remember i deliberately kept quiet about this blog when i joined, and then i told S about it. a year later nicky knew about it, and when the end of september 2005 arrived, hey, everyone knows about it.
anyway, i got a new authority, except i don’t think i’ll refer to him as ‘the authority’ because well, it doesn’t seem to fit. mention ‘the authority’ and i’ll assume you’re referring to the authority who plays x-box in his bungalow, owner of a sword he picked up from aston hall, which is (probably) hanging over his fireplace (anybody know where he put it?). anyway. the new authority - he can make a really really good cup of tea - says you’re either one of two people, those who make lists, and those who don’t. just so you know, i don’t make lists. apart from shopping lists. that’s it.
i don’t like to decide on favourites. because in a way people always hold you to them after, don’t they? it bothers me so much. earlier this year i picked up mylo's destroy rock and roll, because i kept hearing about it here and there, i liked the sound of in my arms (information leafblower has a download here, if anyone can get that whole ‘mylo is good, mylo is great’ message across it’s him, i’m rubbish at these things), and then one of colin and justin told heat magazine they had it. well, if colin and justin have it…
i offered to let brother #1 play the mylo cd in his car on a shopping trip to bicester village. but then he refused to give it back, because the nieces loved it so much. fancy that! and then he gave it away to sister #4 after he picked up the re-issued destroy rock and roll, thanks. and er, i can't stand that miami sound machine version. it’s still on the mp3 player, though, so i’m not fed up with it yet.
i picked up nouvelle vague at the same time, and i still listen to it now, especially friday night, saturday morning: i dunno, i think it’s the way the voice begins ‘out of bed at 8am, out my head, by half past ten’, it's exactly how i sound after sleeping off the worst headache/migraine/delete as appropriate in the world, ever. and marian! if i had to pick a favourite intro it would be the first five seconds of marian. i think takk by sigur ros appeared on the internet around the same time. takk is good, but i think it's like something you'd listen to when you're stuck at bradford forster square on a cold and frosty morning.
i admit i’m slow when it comes to music and that includes arcade fire (brian told me about them last year but i er, wasn’t paying enough attention, sorry). brother #4 liked the arcade fire album too. a couple of months ago the twins looked at me with fear when i grabbed the remote off one of them before they could switch channels for the millionth time, arcade fire did rebellion on top of the pops dammit!
i used to read a lot of books years back. i can’t remember reading much for the beginning of this year, which is bad. but then in august office neighbour (hi!), who knew i used to talk books with another office neighbour, gave me a copy of case histories. it was the third one free in an offer, and she’d forgotten she’d bought it already, so i got her spare copy. i’m glad i have a copy to keep, because i really do want to read it again, but some of it was just too sad, kate atkinson does that, and i can’t bring myself to read the olivia story again. is that mad? what makes you think i care? anyway. after that i’d picked up another of her books, behind the scenes at the museum. i don’t think i’ll have trouble reading that one again. and now i’m reading into the wild. i have to finish it before friday because brother #1 wants it back.
brother #1 again. we went to watch a film this summer, which is the only film i’m going to mention. the thing is, we got in his car, drove to the cinema in broad street, where i took a picture of the car park (that one in the complex, what is it called again?), watched batman begins, left the cinema and drove home. the whole time, i don’t think we said a single word to each other. how mad is that?! batman begins was good, though. christian bale needs to sort out his batman voice though, but then again anyone who has blogged about batman begins has probably said exactly the same thing.
wow. this must be the longest blog post ever. which leads me to blogs i got into this year, in no particular order:
shutterfool
poptext
digital eargasm
flip flop flying
attempt to be hip
information leafblower
and that’s your lot. man, it’s been a mad year, innit? see now this is why i don't do reviews. back whenever. ta-ra!
