I'M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPINESS MEANS, BUT I LOOK IN YOUR EYES AND I KNOW THAT IT ISN'T THIS.

Hooray For B-Sides I Say.
I Found A Treasure Chest (Read 'Website') Of Smiths B-Sides About A Week Ago.
All The Stuff With Sandie Shaw And This Absolute Tune Called 'Jeane.'
I'd Load It Up But I've Decided None Of You Have My Love Of Music.
Nobody Ever Talks To Me About Music Any More, In The Immortal Words Of Fred Durst:

'It's All About The 'He Says She Says' Bullshit.'

And I Know, I Know, We're Teenagers, Love Starved Teenagers Like The Ones Off Of The Telly, But It's All Temporary, These People We Ache Over Will Be Little More Than A Second's Worth Of A Hovered Mouse On 'Friends Reunited' In Ten Year's Time When Nostalgia Sets In, Oh What A Terrible Thing...

BUT YEAH, MORE MUSIC TALK.

To Be Honest I Only Crave It Because I Have Brilliant Iggy Pop Related Anecdotes...

The Last Week Or So Has Been Alright.
Today I Had Band Practice*, Watched 'Control' For The Fifth Time In A Month And Went For A Walk Listening To 'Closer', Almost Entirely Sure I Was 2008's Answer To Ian Curtis.

Thursday Night Was A Bit Of Fun, I Got Hit On In The Queue To Jaxx (I Know, I Know, It's A Terrible Place, I Should Be At The Hacienda Or Something).
This Was Probably Down To My Wildly Apologetic Nature - People Pushed And Pushed And I Probably Touched More Than A Few Breasts.
A Masculine Man Would've Gone 'WAAAYYYY' Or Something, But I Apologised Profusely, Isn't It An Actual Thing That Japanese Businessmen Use The Rush Hour Traffic To Touch Up Women?
And If You Think I've Disgracefully Imagined That, CLICK HERE.
When We Eventually Got In (Partially Down To Me Looking A Bit Like A Gurl, Probably) Me And Billy Had A Dance To T-Pain, And Then We All Just Went And Got Fucked In The Room That Plays Cheesy Music.
Some People Call It 'The Cheese Room'.
I Refuse To, Because It Makes It Sound Like You Regularly Go There, And, Yet Again I REFUSE To Say I'm A Regular At A Place Where People Who Do Cocaine Do Cocaine Because They Think It's Edgy.
If I Did Cocaine It'd Be Edgy, But When Meatheads Come Out Of Cubicles Looking Angry Touching Their Noses, It Just Isn't.

So Yeah We Just Got Wasted Listening To The Nolan Sisters And Brutally Dancing.
And This Time I Mean ACTUALLY Brutally, I Got Headbutted Like Nine Times.

Then I Walked Home From The Plough And Horses Again, I Like That Walk A Lot, It Takes Like Forty Minutes And You Can Hear The Birds Waking Up Because Their Body Clocks Have Been Fucked By Pollution.
If There Was Ever A Rage Against The Machine Lyric, There It Is...

Friday Was A Much More Low Key Deal.
It Was Full Of Things I Proper Didn't Care About.
Nice.

Saturday Was Loads Better.
I Walked Into Town To Get Some Beer (I Had Very Little Money And Was Going Out In The Evening, So Figured I Should Get Pretty Drunk Before I Went).
Then I Came Home, Drank Beer And Watched 'Day Of The Dead.'
It's This Really Old Hilariously Depressing Zombie Movie.
There's A Feel Of Doom Running Throughout, And All The Characters Are Really One Dimensional.
There's The 'Hopeful Scientists', 'The Masculine As Army Men' And 'The 'I Don't Give A Fuck What Happens, While We're In This Bunker I Am Getting Wasted' Wasters.'
And The Army Men Threaten The One Woman With Rape And Violence, And Pretty Much Threaten Everyone Else With Violence.
At The End The Main Target Of Their Bullying Goes Out Of The Bunker And Lets All The Zombies In, As He's About To Die Of Blood Loss.

The Single Punk Rock Moment In The Film Is Where The Army Leader Is Getting Ripped Apart By Zombies, And He's Just Screaming 'CHOKE ON IT, CHOKE ON ITTTTTT!', Talking About His Flesh, Basically.
I Chose To Overlook The Obvious Sexual Connotations There, And Saw It As Absolutely Genius.
Jonny Says That When Faced With A Zombie, He'd Appeal To It's Sexual Drive.
Everyone Knows That Zombies Are Powered By Pure Instinct, And Sex Drive Is, Apparently, A Huge Part Of Your Instincts.
So It'd Probably Work.
I Said That I'd Flash Them.
I Think That My Last Move Must Be Completely Unusual Of Me.
And Also, Because Everybody Is So Appalled By The Sight Of Me I Might Not Even Get Eaten.
And I Know Exactly What You're Thinking.
'You've Got Too Much Time On Your Hands Mate.'
And You'd Be Right.

Saturday Night Was Good Stuff Though.
We Went Out For Chess' Birthday To A Bar In Reading.
The Maccabees Were DJing But We Didn't See Them, The Last Train Was Quite Early And I Hadn't Nicked Enough Money Off Of My Mum For A Taxi.
Instead We Drank A Lot Of Wine And Had Some Chats.
I Kicked A Glass Over In A Rage At Harriet.
I Then Immediately Felt Terrible, And Picked Up All The Glass.
I Only Cut The Backs Of My Hands, Which Is Good....?

Truth Be Told, I Was Pretty Much Trashed.
I Kept Hi5ing Chess, But I Don't Remember What For.
And The Barman Was Hitting On Me.
He Had A Misfits Shirt.
I Think Later In The Night I Actually Said 'Man, The Misfits Have Some Hits.'
Which They Don't, Really.
Not Post-Danzig.
Not At All.
Danzig, For Me, WAS The Misfits.

Then Sunday I Slept Pretty Much All Day.
Sometimes I Wish I Could Do That Every Day, My Life In My Dreams Is So Much More Realistic In It's Dealing Out Of Fair Shares.

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*We're Awesome.