Here’s me doing a little laid-back surfing down at Croyde Bay this summer, not quite like Nagigia, but hey, fun all the same, and if you can’t have a laugh in the water messing around then it’s no fun!
If you can’t see the movie above check out this link.
Chucked a load of old videos that I produced onto YouTube, check ‘em out:
Toe in the surf 2005 (Me and Final Cut)
Toe in the snow 2004 (Me, Beej, Final Cut and Direction from Richie)
Check the rest of it out on ol’ YouTube.
BBC network going down again? Connectivity problems? Nah, nervous tension me thinks. Just another day in the life of the D.O.G…
Tonight was interesting, what was supposed to be a quiet few beers turned out to be me sitting here on the 12.18 from Waterloo to Richmond listening to The Coopers to drown out the pissheads.
Beej, Rich and I did some beers in Soho, Gt. Tichfield St and various other places. Was a good night, everyone had fun and was good to catch up with the boys. BTW: boys, I know you give me all that sh*t ‘cos you care, so no worries, and thanks the for life coaching, haha!
Dog and I took in a little BK in on the way back from Waterloo, although he popped off to the tube and I hit the SWT to St. Margarets. Now just killing the time before I get home, really tired and I guess probably quite pissed, but tomorrow is Saturday and I will be able to chill things down a bit.
So Brad and I headed over to Koko Club, just a stone’s throw away from Mornington Crescent tube this evening. We popped into the pub next to the station and had, what was supposed to be 2 pints, which turned into 4 Guinness’. We met a few other Cooper’s fans in the pub and struck up and convo, all good. The classic Cooper hair was standard issue tonight, so I felt a little bare on the basis that I have cut most of my hair off, anyway nice to stand apart from the crowd a little I guess.
The gig was quality, the guys playing some of the old classics, such as Panzer Attack, Who Needs Enemies, New Toys etc, mixed in with a few off the new album, which aparently is due for release next January. The boys sure know how to make the crowd wait. Anyway, Brad and I had a good night, and I am now waiting at Tottenham Hale for the train back to the sticks.
I anticpate a hard morning tomorrow, on the basis that I will probably have about 5 hours sleep and then back to work in the morning. At least it is Thursday though. It was interesting, the venue was a lot smaller than when we last saw them at the Brixton Academy. I wonder if this was intentional, or if it is what happens when you don’t release an album for 2 or 3 years and you have to downscale on the venues to ensure a sellout…
I was returning from the gym last night, sitting at Bishops Stortford station, when from across the line, I heard a load of chavs shouting and swearing and generally acting like they had a collective IQ of 10. I sat on the bench quietly, thinking to myself about this concept of the chav. I am sure in my day, when I was a kid (1978-1988) we didn’t have this issue. Sure, there have always been kids that hang about and maybe cause trouble, but not like they do today.
It then got me on to thinking, what is the deal with the way chavs dress and behave. If you take the first, their attire: usually Addidas/Nike track suit bottoms, a hooded top, white trainers and a baseball cap, all of which probably purchased from JJB Sports. Anyway I want to know who pioneered such a style, who was the first chav to make these vermin think that dressing in such getup is deemed cool? It has almost become a uniform these days, you can spot the little f*ckers from a mile off. Then you have their music, they have no sense of taste at all, it has to be R’n'B or Urban, or some other shit with no sentiment, history or style. Even better they like to blast this shit out of their mobile phones on busy morning commuter trains.
Then you come to their behaviour, usually characterised by not being able to string a sentence of more than 5 words together at a time, without inserting a vulger term, and of which all non-vulgar terms are less than 1 syllable in length. I am not saying I am a poet, but I digress.
Anyway it seems as though chavs seem to be brought together by this foul code of ethics, whereby little Gaz hangs with Trev, Tone and Egg around a lampost, fags in hand, spitting on the floor and snarling at anyone who passes them. When they get bored they either vandalise something or go to the car park and admire their mate’s tarted up 1984 Ford Fiesta with “wicked soundsystem mate”. When that finishes they head home to their 14 yr old, pregnant girlfriend in their shitty little council house.
You have got to think, how on earth did all these kids get moulded into these ghastly monsters. Is it the fault of the government (lack of education etc.), the parents, society in general? And what the hell is going to happen to the UK when all these chavs come of age and are “grown up”?
Solution: following Blunkets thoughts on the machine gun the other day, round them all up and dispose of them in a quick fashion to enable the rest of us to live better lives. Something HAS to be done, the longer people sit back and take this bollocks, the worse it will get. Time to take action, I propose we have a national anti-chav day…
And there I leave you to your thoughts.
On a brighter note, going to see The Cooper Temple Clause tonight up at Koko in Camden, should be a fun night, ok back to the code…
Keeping this short and sweet, I awoke to a nice autumnal sunrise this morning, decided to snap a quick pic (not my best work, but a pic all the same). Working at Bostock and Pollitt still going well, and counting down the day until I am back in DC with Elise…It is my little brother’s birthday today, Rory is the BIG 8, happy birthday Smithers. News also just in is that Brad and I are going to watch The Cooper Temple Clause tomorrow night, betta!
Central-London Friday night beers, Soho, chill, visual treats with barmaid looking like Sienna Miller, betta! Back to the pound where P cooked up Thai curry, a few cobras and PB rendezvous, WordPress. Beastie Boys on the mike to the early morning, music to rock the nation…
So I thought it was about time I had a moan at something, and today Matthew that moan is directed towards Transport For London, more directly at their use of the term “good service”.
I am working at Bostock & Pollitt this week, a really nice design and development agency in Covent Garden. I get the train in, and then my favourite, the tube.
Anyway I love the way TFL use the term “good service” to describe when things are going smoothly on the underground. I think any commuter who uses the tube on a daily basis, would agree with me, that there is nothing remotely true in either of those claims. Riding the tube does not equate to service or good. In fact it equates to expense, stress, sweat, smelliness, dirt, grime, delays and a whole plethora of other words that are beyond my vocabulary.
I also loved the summer ads for the tube in which they suggested people bring a bottle of water to work with them. I would suggest they should bring a swimming costume and use the tube as a sauna, ‘cos to put it bluntly it was fu*king shocking. Now we are in Autumn, it is still no better, hot as hell.
Year on year it gets worse. More people, more expensive, more engineering works running late causing delays. Today I jumped off a Holborn, and was engulfed in a sea of people, all trying to squeeze up a staricase far too small to carry more than 20 people at a time. You have to wonder what TFL’s big plan is.
My plan on the other hand, with any luck is to just leave, leave London, leave the UK, and find a place where life is more chill in general.
Ok, lunch time, can’t wait for the scrum down over at Tesco CG, nice…
So this may be a very uninteresting post, but I am gonna mention it as it amused me for about 30 seconds in my hungover state. I googled Knobsville, to see if such a place existed, and yep for sure, those yanks across the pond, more specifically in Pennsylvania decided to name a place using this rather amusing nametag.
More interestingly my ever so cool girlfriend, Elise, just turned me on to some new tunes by a guy called John Mayer, check this guy out(cool website by the way), he’s pretty cool (thanks babe)…
DC offically 21 days time, can’t wait!!!
Ok nothing more to report, apart from feeling knackered after a 10 pint session with Grant, The Chest and Michael last night, JR’s continues to rock the local crowd (not)…
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The decks are sleeping, why not check out last.fm for some inspiration.
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