why are so many kids thatcherites these days? i dont understand any of it. i can understand being quite conservative when youre old and out in the world and you want a party that'll take care of the middle class, but god knows why anyone would turn to them before they're 21. also they're all so bloody obsessed with thatcher, they're always going on about how she was the most brilliant person ever with the same kind of grins on their faces that people have when they're talking about how much they love gok wan or jimmy carr, and how 'fabulous' they are. you dont find that in left wing kids, they dont go around always talking up clement attlee or roy jenkins as if they're the most beautiful person to have ever existed. why is this? the only logical conclusion to draw is that all thatcherites have mental problems and need a parental figure/fuhrer from whose proverbial teat they can suckle self-respect.

either that, or they havent properly thought about it, which is usually the case.

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i had a very productive trip to 'zavvi' today so will write about something proper VERY soon

a really odd moment in the house of lords today, when two members on a back row suddenly embraced each other very briefly, then went back to sitting normally in silence. i'm probably one of about 8 people in the world to know it happened.

i know i'm shit and you're all annoyed and i will do some big posts about what's inside my mind soon, if not later tonight.

kids...

"there's a young conservative leader inside k-holing his face off"

Your Disco Needs You

WHY HAVE I ONLY JUST BECOME AWARE OF THIS NOW

It must be the most triumphant hook ever! Ignore the verses, the verses are irrelevant. They only serve to reinforce the quality of the sample. It's the gayest, most inspiringly anthemic chorus ever. It's the working man's 'Something Good 08'.

Also the bits where kylie joins in with the hook oddly reminded me of piaf. She does the wavering, gutsy vibrato which edith was famous for and excelled at.


disco, disco, dis dis disco, disco, disco, dis dis disco


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!it's good!!!!

recent david byrne blog post works quite well as a surreal short story:

" I’m in a shopping mall, in the food court. From around the corner, some distance away, I can hear the sound of throbbing rock and roll guitars. No distinct rhythm or melody, just a low ominous churning rock and roll growl, getting slightly closer. The others in the food court seem to know what it is, and they stand up, abandon their half eaten chicken salads and burritos, and begin running in the opposite direction of The Rock and Roll Monster.

I do the same, but being unfamiliar with what it is, I have what I think is a smart idea. I head into a boutique and run in and out between the racks and display cases towards the staff entrance in the back. I go in, and sure enough there is a hallway that leads to stairs I can take down and out of the building. The stairs lead to a small alleyway, where a few of us convene. We breathe sighs of relief — we’re free and clear. Whew. I guess we outsmarted that thing, whatever it was. I never even saw it.

Now, somehow, I’m back in the food court or some other public part of the mall. Once again I hear the ominous thrum getting closer and louder. Some people run, but I’m too slow this time. Here it comes from around the corner. It’s twisting and turning, snaking down the central aisle, like a giant serpent. It seems to be an endless tube of clear plastic, about four feet in diameter, and filled with giant versions of either those translucent cups you get at a water cooler, or the ones you get when giving a urine sample. Only these cups are so large they almost fill the writhing plastic tube, arrayed one behind the other. It’s as if it is some weird, enormous intestine made for a school science project, but on a too-large scale. It has that homemade, ad hoc, do it yourself vibe. But it wriggles and slithers as if it is alive.

Somehow, in this dream, I am terrified, but I am also aware that the Rock and Roll Monster takes many forms, and all of them share this quality of looking homemade and rudimentary, yet somehow animated, these pedestrian objects coming to life."

the only thing more embarrassing than a parent bollocking their child in public is a child bollocking their parent.