Time for (my) Heroes The Best of The Libertines

It's not bad but it could have been so much better. I was wondering what everyone's own particiular best of would consist of.

I would like these tracks...

Music When The Lights Go Out (either from Legs 11 or The Libertines)
Dilly Boys
You're My Waterloo
Breck Road Lover
The Good Old Days
Arbeit Macht Frei
France
Hooray For The 21st Century
Skag & Bone Man

Not Exclusively and not in that order but yeah these and the singles I suppose.

Over to you...

Ooh Graphic

Remind me never to watch TV at 3am EVER again. Some bloke is castrating pigs and using their knackers for lottery balls.

Afterthought: sausages, eww!

You're a soppy cunt Mick but I love you!

Oh, for one more glimpse of that warm Californian sun. You burnt me but I forgave you, I hope you forgave me for my misguided preconceptions of the people you bathe everyday. When I hid from you under the pier whilst others were praying for your bounty I felt guilty for our time together was short but my Irish skin pleaded for me to stay. I was in awe as you beat a path up the Pacific Coast Highway through various places along the way like Big Sur and Long Beach and L.A. and Santa Monica and Santa Barbara and Monterey and Santa Cruz and finally San Francisco where the Colt cast it's shadow over our disoriented souls. We settled on Mission while you were hours away. You weren't as fierce in this city and my skin peeled under a straw trilby and long trousers. I'd like to imagine you tried your hardest to raise the temperature but to no avail this land being a peninsula, the water keeping you from glory. I remember you did come out one day while we were on the Embarcadero waiting to play Al Capone. When we headed home to Huntingdon you followed us back like a puppy who had taken a liking to us. Martha Wainwright and Snow Patrol figured heavily in the soundtrack to your direction. We spent a lot of time face to face once I'd grown accustomed to yours and I was happier for it. I miss the way you shone on us in the state you made golden.

Today I Watched a Spider Spin It's Web

Sometimes I forget that people have other circles of friends than the one I'm involved in. This means I will sometimes try to monopolise you or be paranoid about why you're not always there when I need you, selfish really.

Apparently I'm popular at work, when did that happen, hmm.

Do you know that saying that you can't love someome if you don't love yourself, is that true?

I've been wondering if I'd be better off in a relationship.

Iambic pentameter rocks my socks.

But I am still rubish at it you know.

Garage forecourt flowers for my sweetheart.

She threw them at me, my biggest mistake.

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will have me

A young lady stroked the back of my hand with her thumb but I didn't look her in the eye. She was saying something but I didn't hear her. I was concentrating on trying not to fall for her. I get crushes easily but I don't think it makes them any less meaningful. More often than not it turns to friendship or admiration depending on how well I've gotten to know them. It's like I date these people or I play the relationship out in my head sometimes before I even say two words to them. The end result being strange because I feel like I know them well but I don't and they don't know me. It sounds childish but I can't think of another way to write it, it's like I like them more than they like me, we're not on the same level emotionally, I've invested too much in something that was predominantly imaginary. I do it every time. Emotional detachment is nigh on impossible for me, more and more as I get older. I always thought it would be the other way round.

quite possibly

the funniest blog entry i've ever read

http://blag.xkcd.com/2007/10/06/wikipedia-blogs/

this just fell out of my fingers

I've found myself thinking about death a lot recently. My own, other people's. And what I can or can't do about it.

I'm going for promotion at work. I'm not bothered about getting it.

I'm listening to a beautifully voiced North London lass named Ny right now.

I've made some really good friends recently. Some of them I love unconditionally. They know who they are. I hope.

I can Still feel the last hug I participated in. It feels nice. It feels right.

I'm currently learning iambic pentameter. Thank you Stephen Fry.

I'm having nightmares. They also invade my daydreams.

The song You're My Waterloo makes me cry.

Randomorz with added cheese inspired by someone with the moon in her eye

You know you've grown up when you make friends with attractive people and you don't want to sleep with them.

She sent me on a guilt trip, I went to a place where I lost my grip.

I don't mind if you forget me.

I left my wit in the bottom of my pint glass.

It wasn't cold outside because there wasn't an outside.

Misty morning rain and the sweat of anticipation.

Note: I found these written in margins and the backs of books in my indecipherable handwriting. There were more but I couldn't read them and I know they're not great but i like them so I thought I'd share!

cheese on toast

The tie that binds is delicate, at least I think so. Though it's probably a lot stronger there's always a hint of naivety which comes from it's youth. It has strong roots and I hope they are enough to sustain it while it grows. We feed it as well because we need it and I don't know if our nourishment is helping regardless our heart being in the right place, it's true you can kill with kindness.

I need it, the tie, even though I shouldn't. I was OK before, well maybe not OK but settled at least. Now entwined is probably the best way to describe it and it's better, I think. The dangers while not physical are still real to me at least.

The truth is I'm scared not to be. It was lonely before. Surrounded by vines and reeds and weeds. I latched on when maybe I should have let it slip by to stay in my overgrown jungle.

I was comfortable there. Wallowing. It wasn't healthy but I knew my supposed place. Being out in the open is scary but a good scary. I was told recently about good scary and it's true, it exists. Though it changes from scary to thrilling and you are able to derive enjoyment from it.

I made the right choice I know I did.

An Orange on the table

Bouncy, high and low, nowhere in between.

The thing about things that bounce is that when they stop bouncing the stop at the bottom, on the ground, as low as you can go. What we need to find is an invisible platform just the right side of between high and low. That sounds rather boring, being at the same level. What would be the point, is it worth hitting the floor so hard after being so free in the air right on the top of the bounce.

I am not a thing that bounces despite all appearances to the contrary but I am acting that way right now.

I know what makes me happy in fact here is a short non exhaustive list

Music
Books
Nicole
Shey
Georga
Caz
Esther
The Thames
The Old Blue Last
The Trolley Stop
Last.fm
Grant Naylor
Joss Whedon
Proud Galleries Camden(RIP)
xkcd
Soho
The Fay Wrays
Ny
London Buses
Walking

but what makes me sad? Here is a short list

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In short I'm stumped.

So, what I will try to do is concentrate on the 1st list and hope the 2nd becomes clear over time and try not to dwell on it or think too much because that just gets me in trouble.

Bounce, bounce