Old school like Happy Shopper

So I've found this new-fangled device for blogging it's great and you can take them anywhere it comes in two parts, wait for it... a pen and paper. It's great, I've been really enjoying writing anywhere and if a thought just pops in to my head I can jot it down.

I went for a walk the other day and popped into the post office and picked up a notepad and some biros, walked through Shoreditch to Dalston and sat in a pub for a couple of hours drinking and writing it flows much better out of a pen then a keyboard for me anyway so hence my absence from this here bloggy thing.

I suppose I will post my scribblings some time soon even though they are just as mind numbingly disappointing and boring. Just one problem, I can't decipher my own handwriting so it won't be word for word but the gist will still be there.

Unfinished Symphony

So, I was writing a poem t'other night but I was tired and falling asleep. When I woke up I couldn't remember how I wanted to finish it. I will post the end result as soon as I work out the ending, be warned though it will be shit, but that's not the point really.

Albion

Romance and nostalgia the staples of my albion dream, I'm crying out for days gone by with no fear or cares of what will be.

Poor old blighty I lost you before I really found you but I know you're still there, forgotten in the corner of a dusty old boozer where flatcapped heroes tell your stories, their memories clear through the woodbine haze.

They're few and far between now, lost to time or greed or kicks, who will take on the mantle, the laureate for the next generation before you're lost forever?

Blog the 1st (at work)

Hey I just figured out how to blog at work, damn rubbish restrictive internet we have here.

Anyway work is shit, I'm doing 08:30-19:00 today and I'm completely knackered. There's not enough staff as usual and I've forgotten how to spell. I think I have the dullest job in the history of employment, if it weren't busy I'd be tearing my hair out. It's no wonder I sit here daydreaming all the time I'm a bit worried for my sanity need. something. interesting.

I don't think I will go to the gig on Thursday, I'm a bit skint and I have the kids the next day anyway so I'll need to be fresh for them. Oh and it's Easter this weekend but I have to work on Saturday which will be fun, can you tell that was sarcasm, I still don't know if I'm expressing myself properly on here.

Sorry I'm rambling again, I do have things to say but they're not coming out coherently. I'm just very tired and I'd rather do this because it takes my mind off work.

Do you know me? part 2

Your so silly that blog makes you sound like such a loser!!!! You should of wrote that other people there were by themselves too!!!! makes you sound like your a proper billy no mates! U should just lie thats what most people do on them stupid things to make themselves sound more popular and "cool" so to speak!

Do you know me? part 1

I asked a bunch of people to write a bit about me and so far this is the first response hopefully of many they're going up unedited, so here goes.

hallo

write about you hmmm i will write what i see... mike i like that you and glen are so comfortable with each other like bearhugging at gigs thats soooo sweet tee hee and that you always come out with these indiewhipp ,,,,names of bands that i dont know the name of, havent seen you in a while,,but thats alright chiiild,,, uhhhh!

i associate you with the proud gallerys suit jackets and you always have a playful ,, mischievious look about you and please get your bass out this summer im gunna take you to a park and get you to jamm jamm jamm,,

Time and sleight of hand

I love going to the coast. From the journey on the train and the walk from the station to the beach it was all good. More recently I get the nostalgic feeling as well. Leaning over the railing watching the hypnotic waves crashing insistingly in to the foundations of the pier. English summers when I knew it would rain at least once before the end of the day. The dark arcades on the promenade where I would spend dads money playing games I wasn't any good at. Rubbish mini golf where I would beg my dad to play both courses and he would let me win each time and I would feel bed for beating him. The Knickerbocker Glory I could never finish but would insist on ordering every time. The not wanting to leave even though I could hardly keep my eyes open. Even the sunburn I would invariably get and yes even when it rained.

Those days I wish would never end but all too soon they're gone. I miss them deeply like the seaside was a friend, someone to rely on who would always be there.

They're not gone I just experience them in a different way. I'll be letting my boys win at mini golf and get sick from too much ice cream and while I carry them to the station and watch them sleep with the rolling of the train I'll remember those worry free days of youth and innocence while we journey back to that grey old city.

:sigh:

Knowing Me, Knowing You

I'm thinking about letting people I know guest post on here saying something about me. I don't know if it's a good idea, not that i'm worried about what they will say but just asking them if they'll do it.

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I wonder if any one gets the references, who knows, I guess only you do.

gah

fucking writer's block

Mr Brightside

It's all getting a bit deep methinks. I'll have to find a few light hearted things to put down here to keep it on a fairly even kilter.

Blogging = Pringles

Once you pop, you can't stop!

Now I just have to decide which flavour!

Who reads this shit?

This blogging lark is quite fun, isn't it.

When I were a lad keeping a diary was for girls and god help anybody who dared to read it. How far we have come, everyone and their dog has a "blog" which near enough everyone and their cat can read if they so wish. Is there something exciting about laying your secrets bare for anyone to read, we have become a race of exhibitionists and voyeurs.

I think it's great! Yay for blogs and the freedom of expression!!!

locked

Everything I want to write is in my head locked away by my inability to grasp the words in the right order to form coherent sentences.

I just need to find the key.