Words and actions, put to the test, the theory, the theory of knowing best.

"Hard sceptics tend to be know-it-alls."

-Me mate Gavin.

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Some philosophical pornstar names me and gavin came up with one happy midnight texting hour:

-Immanuel Camp
-Bertrand Fuckall
-Knobcrates
-Elizabeth Asscum
-Gottfrieb Like-Nips
-Ludfrig Clitgenstein
-John's Pert Quill
-Todger Scrotum
-Mary Mingely
-Earl of Shaft-bury.
-René Gaytart.
-John Cocke
-Ned Cock
-William of Cockhim.


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Gavin also now has a blog which is at least passable.

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"Rammstein are starting to resemble that scene near the end of event horizon where you see brief flashes of 'hell'."

-James Lightfoot

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Where is the best place to listen to Burial? The supermarket is the best place to listen to Burial. It is, of course, made for the post-rave walk home and the comedown, and that it does indeed do incredibly well. But a supermarket is just a little bit more great. I think it's cos I often begin to drift in supermarkets, unsure what to do, constantly distracted. And Burial is the music for this emotion-bewilderment, but serene and content bewilderment, stimuli all around you but none of them particularly concrete or persuasive. Limbo.

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For similar but slightly different reasons talking heads are good in shopping centres (particularly 'dream operator').

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And Blondie are good for walking down busy high streets. Sassy.

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I only came across the phrase 'Save it for a rainy day' used with regard to books just the other day, and what a beautiful turn of phrase (literally): banal cliché made withering put-down just by shifting reference.

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I've recently been getting back into my old habit of flicking radio 1 on when I'm changing CDs or in my room for just a few seconds, putting shoes on or whatsoever. And it seems that even from these mercifully brief encounters, they're playing two songs very much at the moment at all times of the day. One is 'Let's dance to Joy Division' by the wombats, and the other is 'Brianstorm' by Arctic Monkeys.

What the fuck? Has literally nothing happened in indie music since 2007? It's bad enough to have Zane Shitcum Lowe playing it, but the daytime ones (I know none of their names) should at least stick to their duty and just play new music (in which they apparently trust).

Though to be fair, they still quite often play 'Cry for you' by September, which I absolutely adore, and is about as old and unimportant as the fucking wombats.

I also mention this because it gives me a chance to link to this wonderful blog post by 'stearneboy'.



"Forever never comes around." Bliss.

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Also, remember this? I remember it was a big deal in sixth form, singing it with friends, almost a joke, but also deadly serious. Which is the attitude people should have to all music.



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Also from around the same time and equally great (apologies for the video, which is horrible)



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I realise I haven't discussed any new music in this post whatsoever (which is not unusual). I have a review of the new hot club EP sitting next to me which I've sent to loads of people with no reply. If I don't get it put anywhere in the next few days I'll dump it here.

I also hoped to write about any good One Life Stand remixes I've found but I haven't found ANY that are above 'alright'.
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I'm making mixtapes again (Asda the only place that still sell cassettes). If you want one please let me know and I will very happily post you one.

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Love,

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