thursday 30th june, 2005


been reading about this woman domino bailey whose life is about to be brutally re-interpreted by hollywood. makes me think of the song domino by masters of reality. which does NOT make me think of the game, or the disgusting pizza chain. i'm not that brain damaged.

stop it stop it stop it already bush you idiot! 'nuff said. i'm taking a break from getting all hopped up over US bullshit i can do little about from where i sit. but GOD he SUCKS.

wednesday 29th june, 2005


as things intermittently hot up or slow way the fuck down at work, i have, in my infinite quest for methods to derail my means of income, have downloaded SmartFP onto my PC at the office so i will be blogging from here (that's why i've essentially 'gone missing' from blog world: when i get home i don't even wanna look at a computer). these are the kinds of things that routinely distract me from my job and get my ass fired. well, they need me more than i need them at this point - i'm only here thru 31/12 and my primary role once my boss leaves (end of july or so) is to close this sucker down... i'm already embroiled knee deep in the turgid drama of multiple redundancies and packing up shop and there's no one to step in should i suddenly vanish. job security, indeed!

what have i been up to...?
books: reading 'made in america' by bill bryson. fascinating. columbus was a total loser!
music: still abusing 'lullabies to paralyse' by QOTSA, especially at the gym. it's a cracker.
tv: if it ain't south park, monkey trousers or ANTM you can keep it. actually i have developed a real penchant for those gross plastic surgery shows. i like it when they suck the fat out of eyelids!
fashion: this season i've been mostly wearing... cutesy little-girl tops with camo long-shorts and these kick ass camo trainers i found. the rubber around the sole is black and the bottoms are shocking orange. summer is here so it's mainly hot and sticky when it isn't just raining.
food: wraps. put it into a tortilla or i ain't interested.

on that point... aside from just wasting time at work, i'm going to start developing my business plan. now that i'm essentially retired from rock and roll (more on that later), i'm turning my attentions towards doing something i actually care about for money, hopefully contributing to the local community and educating people somewhat about the power of going green. i don't want to say too much about it on here, cos once these things get into the idea pool it's pretty much all over except the shouting. some of you know about it (end have given me good ideas, thanks emma!) and i've ordered a book to help me and will eventually talk to my evil bank (gasp!) about a LOAN. real world scary stuff indeed but i'm up for the challenge. it's obvious i don't wanna work for a bunch of corporate gimps when i'm in my fifties.

oh well, pedal to the metal, i have a powerpoint presentation to work on! 'and the cradle will rock... ROCK ON!' - David Lee Roth, 1980.


Ow, Oh yeah, get up, Ow! (Yeah), Ow! Ow!

sunday 26th june, 2005


i'm back to work tomorrow and i am a glorious combination of anxious and depressed over it. too much fun was had in london and around the old homestead... lots of yummy pimms and even a few margaritas. today derry & i went to eastbourne for a laugh and it certainly didn't disappoint.


beep beep.

i should write about tracy emin's show at white cube, i guess, since a) i saw it and b) have opinions about it. when i'm not so tired. also some stuff about the big honey moon we had this week, and other crap. like these dudes that had new, reissued CDs of the stooges 'funhouse' and 1st album. about all the alternate versions of songs on them I DON'T NEED TO HEAR. like i said i am really tired. so if nothing else this will remind me to write about this stuff later. maybe.

they opened a new organic cafe in the laines, always a good thing! so there's something to make my life less lame. and they are very nice people. i gotta go get jiggy with south park now. the new season of ANTM is pretty awesome so far too. lame!

saturday 18th june, 2005


i have next week off from work so i'm stoked... too bad it falls the week before payday but i'll run up some hefty bills anyway (i do get paid friday so watch out then the cash comes in... this getting paid monthly business sucks and i think it helps contribute to the sense of desperation inherent among the british working class, well it makes me more desperate anyway.). i don't care! life is for the living, blah blah blah... every day things inspire me to do more with my life, with my art, but i've come to the realisation (somewhat late in life, admittedly) that i'm, well, pretty lazy. at least i no longer blame external forces for my self-perceived shortcomings on this plane so i'm a much happier person than i've ever been. buddhism teaches us that having zero aspirations is the key to happiness in a weird way and i must say i at least partially agree. i mean, if you're unhappy cos your life sucks due to ill health or lack of adequate shelter, or loneliness, than hell yeah you need aspirations to get your ass out of the unhappiness sling... but if you have relatively everything you need (like most people i know) aspirations do little else than make you fill with want, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy... so i can see why it's easy for buddhism, when cherry-picked as a philosophy, can be something of a middle-class phenomenon. i could be babbling coffee-inspired gibberish but that's where my head is at today.

i made those pix last posted smaller. they were freaking me out. here's a pic from st marks place, NYC circa 1981 - taken by the late, great MiR* (Dave / Donna Lee Parsons, founder of Ratcage records and the man behind the Beastie Boys).

From left to right, its Geneva (someone find that man & send him my way!), James Kontra, me (hidden but i recognise my boot & i think that's a UXA or Germs record!), Jerry Williams, Arabella, Harley, and some cool girls whose names i forget... there's a whole series of shots that MiR* took that day, some of which are on the even worse site.

anyhoo, it's a lovely day here in brighton so after i soak up some more caffeine (my hoary dark overlord) it's off to the seaside or summat.

thursday 9th june, 2005


that's from a package of hovis scones dezz just showed me... why they chose to put a huge photo of strawberries on it is beyond me (as they are not even strawberry FLAVORED), and then there's a line of type which reads "Serving Suggestion no 6"... are these hovis people the ultimate piss takers or what?

tomorrow is my birthday. I found some crazy pics of myself, here they are:


NYC, winter 97... shortly before i decided to jet out to the coast, man (wearing the shoes that drove king buzzo mental)


i like the nightlife, i've got to boogie... on tour in illinois, looking really wasted (but i wasn't) with a guy who shall go unnamed (former bandmate)


SF, the morning after a house party i hosted

argy blargy, now i'm strangely sentimental. time to read "the cat with a really big head and one other story that isn't as good"... one of my many wonderful pressies from my wonderful husband. cheers!

monday 6th june, 2005


i don't know why i'm here today. oh yeah, i added a link to george monbiot's site to the LH navigation... hardly worth an update but there it is. the sun has finally come out after what seems like weeks of living under a colorless dirty canopy of gritty sludge. it's too late for me, save yourselves! my enthusiasm waned sometime in mid-april. i'm sure it will return after watching jeni barnett for a while. she is completely insane. i love the mad. soon i will print the greatest veggie chili recipe ever on earth here. watch this space.



meerkats.
i'm feeling better already.

sunday 5th june, 2005


what a weird month may was... a lot happened but i just didn't feel like talking about it on here. which isn't fair to dezz cos i end up just chewin' his ear off, hehe... so for the mental health of myself and my mate, more frequent updates are forthcoming. i'm turning into a british letter-writing crackpot, at present i'm hoping the guardian is going to print my diatribe in response to a recent piece some doofus i suspect has a hidden agenda did on vague nutrition and value comparisons regarding organic vs. regular products - what got my bacon burning was that all the 'research' (harumph) was based on findings from shitty shitty bad bad tesco! and we all know how i feel about THEM...



TESCO?! FUCK THAT SHIT!
anyhoo, i did write something like an epitaph for my grandmother evelyn while i was at work one day. it's kind of crap but i had to get it out of my system, so for the visceral thrill of it all i have provided the link.

we are going to NYC in october, so any of you brave enough to confront the korbet-wootton tornado of two you are more than welcome. right now, i have to get to the hove farmer's market so toodles 4 now.



North Korean children play a shooting game with a toy gun aiming at a portrait of U.S. President George W. Bush at Namjun kindergarten in Shinwiju, Pyongan-Budo, North Korea. yay! handclap!

saturday 4th june, 2005




brown IS the new black, futhamucka :)