Something For The Weekend 51
Dear Dave,
How the hell are you mate? It’s certainly been a while since we spoke / drank / scrapbooked together and I trust this finds you and your lovely new wife *sigh* in good health and humour. I know I’ve been highly remiss in writing to you lately, and I could offer a bunch of inappropriate excuses such as chair-spinning (I have a chair that goes round. I like to “spin” on it. A LOT.) or cat-spooking (f*cking cat next door used to p*ss on my lawn... but no more... not since the I “tooled up” up with the “catzooka”, or “water pistol”, as the guy in the store feebly described it) but the truth is that I just got lazy.
It’s not my fault of course. It’s The Facebook, with its seductive charms and utterly riveting insights about what life’s like tending a farm or running a cake shop or carrying out a hit on the Calzone family. I’ve tried many times to break free of its whorish clutches but every time I roll off the couch with the intention of sitting upright and writing something more comprehensive, The Facebook is standing there in the doorway, dressed only in the skimpiest of home pages and flashing it’s cute little box, big enough for just a couple of sentences and a flirty semi-colon or two. Slut. Too easily I succumb to her temptations, caressing my fingers across her keyboard to deliver the quick hit she craves so badly. And then I have a nap. Or a smoke.
Anyway, all of this laziness means I haven’t managed much of the upright-sitting recently, far less the outside-venturing-to-see-if-it’s-winter yet, but here are a few cultural nuggets I can “get on your radar”, as the suits in our little company love to hear themselves say so much.
Television
Lying prone on a couch for hours on end gives you a lot of time to think of all your hopes and dreams for the future, as well as contemplate your insignificant existence in this big beautiful world. But luckily, the commercials soon end and you can get back to watching ‘FlashForward’ (why the hell is it one word with a FRICKIN’ CAPITAL LETTER IN THE MIDDLE?) and decide how many weeks you’re going to endure the awful dialogue and over-earnest acting...
Culturally Diverse Boss: “So are you trying to tell me the entire world lost consciousness for blah blah time period and caught a glimpse of their future in six months time?”
Angsty Special Agent: “Crazy as it sounds...” *cue, smell-the-fart acting* “...yeah!”
It’s a great premise and I’m really only sticking with it because the future date that everyone’s so hung up about – April 29th 2010 – is my birthday. On which date, by the way, I know exactly where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing... Orlando, Florida celebrating with Team Edge having just successfully retained the MB Cup. I know you know what THAT’S like... *sigh*... ah, Myrtle Beach.
Anyway, if you’re not caught up in the FF hype, check out '30 Rock' on Comedy Central, by far the best show on tv.
Movies
“Up”... Pixar... 3D... awesome! Says it all...
Music
I haven’t invested in much new music in the past few months but when I was in Texas recently (did I mention I went to Texas? Golf, Beer, Barbeque, Football, Cookie Crunch... fantastic!) I picked up the latest Wilco album called, curiously, “Wilco (the album)”. They’re a kind of Crowded House from Chicago and although I’ve found some of their earlier efforts, frankly, unlistenable (the rehab years?) this album’s pretty good. Here’s a sample called, curiously, “Wilco (the song)”.
Gigs
Finally Dave, the only thing you really need to know about this coming weekend is that The Signals are back and will be playing live at Behind The Wall in Falkirk on Saturday night, ploughing their own unique brand of both rock and roll. The band are in good shape – “round” is a shape, right? – and are looking forward to another epic two and a half hour show, including some previously unheard material. On a personal note, I shall be wearing a previously unseen pair of very cool Texan cowboy boots which I’m hoping will go well my denim M&S waistcoat and large sombrero from the 1980 High School trip to Tarragona. All I need now is a pair of arseless leather chaps and I’ll finally be able to add Erasure’s catchy “Oh, L’amour” to the set list. Which reminds me... can I borrow yours?
Cheers,
Edge
How the hell are you mate? It’s certainly been a while since we spoke / drank / scrapbooked together and I trust this finds you and your lovely new wife *sigh* in good health and humour. I know I’ve been highly remiss in writing to you lately, and I could offer a bunch of inappropriate excuses such as chair-spinning (I have a chair that goes round. I like to “spin” on it. A LOT.) or cat-spooking (f*cking cat next door used to p*ss on my lawn... but no more... not since the I “tooled up” up with the “catzooka”, or “water pistol”, as the guy in the store feebly described it) but the truth is that I just got lazy.
It’s not my fault of course. It’s The Facebook, with its seductive charms and utterly riveting insights about what life’s like tending a farm or running a cake shop or carrying out a hit on the Calzone family. I’ve tried many times to break free of its whorish clutches but every time I roll off the couch with the intention of sitting upright and writing something more comprehensive, The Facebook is standing there in the doorway, dressed only in the skimpiest of home pages and flashing it’s cute little box, big enough for just a couple of sentences and a flirty semi-colon or two. Slut. Too easily I succumb to her temptations, caressing my fingers across her keyboard to deliver the quick hit she craves so badly. And then I have a nap. Or a smoke.
Anyway, all of this laziness means I haven’t managed much of the upright-sitting recently, far less the outside-venturing-to-see-if-it’s-winter yet, but here are a few cultural nuggets I can “get on your radar”, as the suits in our little company love to hear themselves say so much.
Television
Lying prone on a couch for hours on end gives you a lot of time to think of all your hopes and dreams for the future, as well as contemplate your insignificant existence in this big beautiful world. But luckily, the commercials soon end and you can get back to watching ‘FlashForward’ (why the hell is it one word with a FRICKIN’ CAPITAL LETTER IN THE MIDDLE?) and decide how many weeks you’re going to endure the awful dialogue and over-earnest acting...
Culturally Diverse Boss: “So are you trying to tell me the entire world lost consciousness for blah blah time period and caught a glimpse of their future in six months time?”
Angsty Special Agent: “Crazy as it sounds...” *cue, smell-the-fart acting* “...yeah!”
It’s a great premise and I’m really only sticking with it because the future date that everyone’s so hung up about – April 29th 2010 – is my birthday. On which date, by the way, I know exactly where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing... Orlando, Florida celebrating with Team Edge having just successfully retained the MB Cup. I know you know what THAT’S like... *sigh*... ah, Myrtle Beach.
Anyway, if you’re not caught up in the FF hype, check out '30 Rock' on Comedy Central, by far the best show on tv.
Movies
“Up”... Pixar... 3D... awesome! Says it all...
Music
I haven’t invested in much new music in the past few months but when I was in Texas recently (did I mention I went to Texas? Golf, Beer, Barbeque, Football, Cookie Crunch... fantastic!) I picked up the latest Wilco album called, curiously, “Wilco (the album)”. They’re a kind of Crowded House from Chicago and although I’ve found some of their earlier efforts, frankly, unlistenable (the rehab years?) this album’s pretty good. Here’s a sample called, curiously, “Wilco (the song)”.
Gigs
Finally Dave, the only thing you really need to know about this coming weekend is that The Signals are back and will be playing live at Behind The Wall in Falkirk on Saturday night, ploughing their own unique brand of both rock and roll. The band are in good shape – “round” is a shape, right? – and are looking forward to another epic two and a half hour show, including some previously unheard material. On a personal note, I shall be wearing a previously unseen pair of very cool Texan cowboy boots which I’m hoping will go well my denim M&S waistcoat and large sombrero from the 1980 High School trip to Tarragona. All I need now is a pair of arseless leather chaps and I’ll finally be able to add Erasure’s catchy “Oh, L’amour” to the set list. Which reminds me... can I borrow yours?
Cheers,
Edge
posted by Neil @ 11:59 pm
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