Whiskey and Coke tonight...

...and some seriously loud music in my headphones. I actually detest living in this house.

I can deal with the conflicts between myself and those around me. I can deal with how small this place is. I can just about deal with the severe lack of anything remotely resembling a garden. All that will stand with me as long as it needs to. What get me are the residents of Fratton.

My neighbours, for example, have several, very loud dogs. I hate dogs as it is, but these foul creatures will wail and howl at any human or movement within a 1 mile proximity of their house, and they will keep going until either the termagant of a mother screams at them like a banshee or they receive the necessary blood sacrifice from whatever poor, unfortunate soul happens to be anywhere near them at that precise moment.

The family are loud, associate with other loud people and make no bones about it - They bitch and whine at each other until the sun sets, by which time they have all presumably returned to their respective bomb shelters and injected more adrenaline into their veins so that, when the morning creeps round, they have absolutely no problem leaping from the sheets to fire off more expletives at one and other, an event which is louder even than the disgracefully bad choice of music shamelessly blasted through the speakers of the stereo of the teenage daughter on the other side of my wall.

I don't know, perhaps i'm having a bad evening? Well, i most certainly am having a bad evening, lets not beat about the bush... perhaps i'm over exaggerating? Maybe they're all just tormented philosophers, desperately trying to seek new plains of understanding by battling out every day over questions above and beyond my own thought process...


No. That simply doesn't work. Nietzsche never bellowed "Gimme your eye-liner or I'll smash your face in" from the pages of Thus Spake Zaratrustra...

'tonm. xx




Book of the Moment: Still Stephen Fry's autobiography - See yesterday's entry.

Song of the Moment: "Butterfly Caught" by Massive Attack

Everything...

...is flying around above my head, and some of it is out to get me irritated while the rest are making me smile.

I think there's change coming. A lot of change. Summer is going to be a significant period of time for me and my family, probably for the world! I just get that feeling... I guess it's because last year was so unfeasibly BAD that this year has some work to do to make up for its terrible performance.

I don't know. At the moment, stuff is still utter crud, but here and there coffee tastes better and I feel full of energy and the sun seems to be getting ready for a good long haul in a few months time. There's an air of potential. I suppose it's just a matter of seeing what comes of it all?

In other news, I'm listening to Radio 1 for the first time in ages, and I'm really bummed that music's got to this place. I mean, I can see why it matches our culture and all; I suppose that's my biggest problem. I'm so out of sync that the only artists that appeal to me are out of the loop too. Right now I'm being put through some Simian Mobile Disco and it's lost all of its flavour. 3 years ago they were revolutionary, but now everybody seems to be singing from the same hymn book, you know? I guess the next change will drag us away from all this. Hopefully. Beirut... give them the time of day - They're at least heading in the right direction. Jeremy Warmsley! Come on! We have real geniuses like him underneath all the flashing lights and drum machines.

Just... no-one ask me out to rave. Or go to a student pub. Or go anywhere with a radio. Ah well.

'tonm. xx


Book of the Moment: Eric Clapton - The Autobiography, p.111

Song of the Moment: "Sunrise" by Norah Jones