Morecambe and Wise

So, a brief catch-up on the last few days:

After the boring night in on Friday night, Suzy came round on Saturday afternoon and we walked down to Galgate, via the scenic route. A detour through a cemetery and a quick mess about by a stream was good. Some very interesting cottages and old mills along the way too. The evening was spent drinking Bulmers and vodka (not together) and having my first Guitar Hero experience; I'm hooked. Sunday was completely uneventful except for a stroll to 'the meadow'. Yesterday we got the bus to Morecambe for a couple of hours. Had a go on those 2p machines; didn't win.

Still looking for a job, which is annoying because I have to pay my first months rent on the house early next week and I don't have the money for it. No idea what I'm going to do. I don't fancy telling the landlord I'm skint. Bad impressions.

If you haven't noticed, I have decided to use larger images for the blog now.

Staring at the Sea

A (nice) day in Morecambe today. I can't be bothered going into detail right now, I'm going out tonight and there's valuable drinking time being consumed already. Today we ate a traditional fish and chips at a traditional fish and chips joint, which was run by an Asian family and waited by a mute, black boy in a football shirt and trackies. Classy.

The Long and Winding Road

Been a good weekend. I'll expand on this later. I'm going to Morcambe today.

Hunting for Witches

For those of you who are interested this website offers streaming of a lot of top movies. I think some of them are from public domain as their copyright has expired, though a lot of them are quite recent like The Shining. From what I've checked they all seem to work. It includes such gems as Un Chien Andalou, Fahrenheit 451, Rashomon, Freaks, and It's A Wonderful Life. It even has the Mario Bava giallo classic, Black Sunday. Go buff up on your films now!

Moving into my wonderful Georgian house sometime next week (I think). It's a ground floor flat in the massive three-storey house, which was built around the mid-to-late 1700's, and is literally next to the castle. I'll be living there about three weeks on my own until my housemate, Jess, moves in.

Friday Night Lights

It's Friday night and I'm in my room, alone. This could probably only happen off term time. Usually by now I would be either a) getting ready to go out, or b) getting ready to go out whilst drinking. Hopefully the latter. But as I'm in and bored, a long post may have to do.

Me and Suzy (or Suzy and I if you prefer the proper English) are doing the Die Hard trilogy on DVD. We're going to watch the third, and second best film of the three in my opinion, tomorrow night. Hopefully after this I can convince her to watch the Beverley Hills Cop trilogy. Apparantly she doesn't like Eddie Murphy. I would agree if you didn't take into account a lot of his 80's movies, BHC, 48Hrs, Trading Places, etc. Maybe we could do other great trilogies/films and their sequels over the next few weeks? They could include the Alien quadrilogy, the Indiana Jones trilogy, the Dollars trilogy, the Halloween series, Star Wars and its sequels/prequels, and maybe the Rocky series?

I'm currently re-drafting my creative writing portfolio, which includes the beginning of a Coen Brothers-style thriller script entitled, 'The Girl from the North Country' (yes, after the Bob Dylan song), a TV comedy script, some poems, and a short story. I also included the beginning of a Michael Mann-inspired crime script which I named 'Held Up', which is retrospect is a shit title. Maybe I will use the beginning of this in another idea I have for a feature-length script about a photographer, obsession, love, and double-identities. 'An Affair Through A Lens' is inspired by films; The Passenger (dir. Michelangelo Antonioni, 1975), Vertigo (dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1958), and The Element of Crime (dir. Lars Von Trier, 1984).

By the way, the posted photograph was taken a couple of weeks ago, I haven't got my camera on me at the moment.

Shoplifters of the World Unite!

The Mirror Cracked

Currently listening to The Chinese Stars, Arab on Radar, Silicon Vultures, Beat Happening, Cold Cave, and Ye Olde Maids.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I am currently re-reading The Railway Man by Eric Lomax. I had previously read most of it in college, but I'm discovering it on my own accord this time. It's the story of his time serving in World War Two and his capture and life as a POW (including beatings and torture). It's a good book. Quite unsettling in some parts though. Sample text describing him being beaten with wooden bats by the Japanese:

I remember the actual blow that broke my wrist. It fell right across it, with a terrible pain of delicate bones being crushed. Yet the worst pain came from the pounding on my pelvic bones and the base of my spine. I think they tried to smash my hips.

The Christening today was enjoyable. It was at/next to The Priory church of something. Apparantly what stands of it is a thousand years old. Whatever the truth, it was impressive. Although I don't think I'm interested much in getting my own children christened now. The chants by the audience of 'With God's help, I will' ran a shiver down my spine. I'm not sure whether many of the people in attendance were actually religious and believed all that, but it reminded me of some kind of sacrificial cult. The BBC Panorama episode on Scientology came into my head during various points in the cememony.

Van Wilder 3: The Revenge of Sherminator

Here's me with Rasputin. Photo by LBP (I think).

Didn't take that many photos at the Frat Party. Too Drunk. In fact, the past two nights I haven't remembered falling to sleep. I need to keep my big gob shut when I'm drunk too.

Had a nice dinner at the Burrough with Suzy and her dad. None of us actually finished though. Too much food. Nice though.

Going to Liverpool tonight to Suzy's nanna's. It's her cousins christening tomorrow so that should be alright. Would have been better if we didn't have to come back to Lancaster in the evening. I have an interview with an agency Monday morning to find me a job for Summer. I have to find £500 before August 6th. Looks like I'll have to invest in some lube out coz my arse will have to make me some money, and fast. Any takers? Ha ha.

Holidays in the Sun

This is what our British summer sky has been like. Usually minus the blue bit.

Politics and Parties in Albion

A bit of political banter today...

I'm becoming more disillusioned by the fact that England/Britain is losing its cultural identity. What does it mean to be British anymore? Who knows... Maybe I'm a nostalgic at heart? When I think of Britain I would like to think of flat caps, fish and chips, class divides, and a good sense of nationalism, rather than its pathetic security measures regarding immigration, its growing Americanisation, and the pitiful prison terms it gives its criminals. I'm all for bringing back the cane at school. Think about it, if kids these days were given ten whacks on the arse when they do something wrong they wouldn't dare do it again. No wonder they're all cheeky bastards today, they get away with things far too easily. I think I'll send my children to a scrict private school if I can afford it when the time comes. And don't get me started on political correctness...

It's quarter to five in the morning and I'm still awake. I've always been more of a night person and I prefer to be awake when it's dark outside, but I've never been too keen on being awake as it becomes light. I've set my alarm to go off at 11am because I need to go into town to look for a job over Summer and then I'm off to Suzy's for a smooch and some melted cheese crumpets. Mmmmm.

House party tonight at Cable Street. The theme, 'Frat Parties'. Basically it's anything American. I'm going as a trucker, complete with check shirt, trucker cap, aviators, and handlebar moustache. I think the missus is going as florida white-trash. Should be fun. I'll post the photos tomorrow.


My current inspirations:

Interpol, Cut City, night time, David Hemmings in Blow Up, a certain beautiful girl, the Blade Runner soundtrack, guitar effects pedals, white light, shadows, the Union Jack, the Devil, mods, the lyrics of Alex Turner, fame, recognition, fog, Victorian serial killers, Alain Delon in Plein Soleil.

Baguette Face

The First Cut is the Deepest

This is a blog I've set up as a time consumer and whoring of my life. I'll post my photos/thoughts/recommendations/lyrics/sex-tips on occasion. I'll try and update it at least once a week and/or update it daily with a photograph. So bookmark it and you can comment on posts if you like.


This weeks albums:

Arctic Monkeys - Favourite Worst Nightmare
Interpol - Our Love to Admire
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Psychocandy
Kraftwerk - '2'
Sisters of Mercy - First, Last, and Always
PiL - Metal Box
Chet Baker - Sings


This weeks films:

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage
Quadrophenia
Annie Hall


I'm thinking of having a 'mods vs. rockers' themed housewarming party in October. Feedback?

xo