Not taken by me cos no one else would, oh no...
Well I’ve been a bit quiet on this ‘ere blog of mine recently, and I’m kinda annoyed at myself for not making more time to post, but for the moment I will be contenting myself with scribbling in appropriately coloured biros (pink is best, you can get them from the pound shop) in various dog-eared notebooks on the bus journey to work. Oh and I’ve been sticking stuff in my hair and making shiny things too.
I write in Gibberish. (Pink pen temporarily AWOL)
Give me 2 weeks though (less than 2 weeks now in fact, YAY!), and I will be free to scribble as much as I want. Well, providing I don’t go and decide I want to run about in a field with some bands playing or something. Which is a risk, let’s face it. So what’s so special about 2 weeks’ time? *drum roll please*: I have quit my job and will be embarking on a much needed career break (ok, for career read sanity), and I’m proper excited. (You may know this already if you are eagle eyed, so apologies if so. But Brownie points for paying attention too!)
John Lydon. Proper mentalist. But very endearing too (he'll hate me for saying that)
I’m going to delight you all at a later point with my thoughts on this particular source of opportunity, but for the moment (and not least because I should be packing for the Kendal Calling Festival, trying not to get excited about seeing Pulled Apart By Horses, okgo, Dananananaykroyd, and Wild Beasts, then going to bed RIGHT NOW), I’m just going to say very quickly that I’ve still been getting up to fun stuff. I was asked to review the Leeds leg of the PiL tour for Clash Mag – very exciting! I don’t know if it’ll get used but if so I’ll obviously throw a link in this direction – and if not it was a bloody good gig, met some lovely chaps, and had fun writing about it, even if it’s just for your eyes.
Me and Jenn off of Sheffield
I’ve also been at Sheffield’s Tramlines festival and had a bloody good time, saw some ace bands and hung out with some more awesome chaps. And chappesses of course. Again, some scribbling about that from me should be finding its way onto Counterfeit before too long.
Wingman. I love the fact this man has "COCK x" written on his guitar
Next week, after Kendal Calling (obvs), I’ll be helping out folding origami cranes with Kirsty, ready for Hiroshima Memorial Day the following week. I may even write about it on here. Or I might just chill out and wash my wellies. Then after that – Freedom! Watch this space 😉