Posts Tagged ‘Silk’
I don’t even walk i slide - March 3rd, 2010

Well i hope no one got used to me being happy. You people will find this transition a lot easier. It was short-lived but hey, now i can write properly again. Silver-lining and all that bollocks.

So my parents now officially know the address of my website. Scary. I guess this is like the first time Marilyn Manson’s parents went to see him perform live…hmmm do i wear the black crotchless corset or the red one… Still i’d rather be Marilyn Manson’s parents than say the Pussycat sluts or Christina Aguilera or some other vacuous husk.

Whatever floats your boat - December 17th, 2009

Ok so i can’t be arsed writing over my holidays so i’ve set up a few old ones to publish every now and then to give you the impression that i care about you and want to keep my fanbase happy. I’m just that kind of guy.

I haven’t had a chance to sit down recently and put my thoughts into a more coherent verse, so here are a collection of random tidbits.

The Roadtrip Pt III – Three, is a magic number - October 30th, 2009

A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?

The Roadtrip Pt II – Damn it feels good to be a gangsta - October 28th, 2009

Up early and both a little worse for wear. Pringle crumbs everywhere. Is Pringle the singular? No dinner + free beer = this feeling. We figure out that tom tom doesn’t have the Czech Republic. Not a good start but we should be alright…We’re both reasonably intelligent adults…as long as it doesn’t involve technology, we don’t know how to drive that. Shining examples of the IT world we are. Apparently Yoda i am.

The Roadtrip Pt I – No time like the present to get ripped apart! - October 22nd, 2009

I don’t do early mornings that well, so it’s normally got to be something special to make me get to work by 7. Finding out that Silk’s name was on the door and i was his ‘+1’ was enough for me. I had spent most evenings that week cleaning my flat, however the last two nights were about picking the right outfit, nay, t-shirt. See I don’t normally give a a flying proverbial about what i wear, but everything i know about the Seattle scene is that it is full of cliques. If there was even the slightest, remotest possibility of meeting the band i was going to be the Switzerland of music.

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