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.
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