Frank Turner - Smiling At Strangers On Trains [Million Dead]

I cant believe this one...

If I had known you were not so far away.


Frank Turner. - Rock God.

I cannot recomend this guy enough.

There is nothing like it, and this is the only time that I have ever said this, but I can absolutly connect to the lyrics. It is not me... Bah. Im tired. Please Please Listen to this guy. There is a myspace.

Thatcher Fucked The Kids
Whatever happened to childhood?
We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood;
They're not small, charming and harmless,
They're a violent bunch of bastard little shits.
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always being on the lookout for thieving gits.

We're all wondering how we ended up so scared;
We spent ten long years teaching our kids not to care
And that "there's no such thing as society" anyway,
And all the rich folks act surprised
When all sense of community dies,
But you just closed your eyes to the other sidev Of all the things that she did.
Thatcher fucked the kids.

And it seems a little bit rich to me,
The way the rich only ever talk of charity
In times like the seventies, the broken down economy
Meant even the upper tier was needing some help.
But as soon as things look brighter,
Yeah the grin gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
And for every teenage tracksuit mugger
There's a guy in a suit who wouldn't lift a finger for anybody else.

You've got a generation raised on the welfare state,
Enjoyed all its benefits and did just great,
But as soon as they were settled as the richest of the rich,
They kicked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bitch.
And it's no surprise that all the fuck-ups
Didn't show up until the kids had grown up.
But when no one ever smiles or ever helps a stranger,
Is it any fucking wonder our society's in danger of collapse?

So all the kids are bastards,
But don't blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
Blame the folks who sold the future for the highest bid:
That's right, Thatcher fucked the kids.

Casanova Lament
I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house,
Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back.
I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither have your number or a key.
An evening spent pretending that we're just becoming friends,
Or this goes any further than going back;
I'm not being pessimistic, it's just you and I were never meant to be.

It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was.

I've picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
In the evening with my friends into the town,
Of packing a spare T-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home.
It's pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there've been mornings
I've proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub.
But that's precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I've become.

It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was,
And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was,
But every time I leave you just because
It isn't love.


Things have just fallen appart...

Well sorf of... I guess its mostly the fact that my computer has broken and things arent set up right resulting in my patterns on the internet getting a bit messy... Or the fact that I have started to play Eve Online, but I've gotten out of the habbit of posting on here.

Will do some good stuff tomorrow.

I hope.


Elfwood review.

I am not quite sure why, but for some reason ive started another blog called, Elfwood Review.

I guess its to compensate for my lack of ability to get myself writeing stuff myself... Or it could even be a gateway for me to start?

Somehow I doubt that, but anyway. Have a look at some point soon it shoudl be interesting as instead of a totally critical attitde towards the stories at hand, it will simply be a reflection of the ideas that are presented... and anything else i find note-worthy.

W00t, hope this works out.


Wonderful quote from a wonderful person. On one of those silly MySpace thingys. Cheers silv for a little chuckle.

Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"?
no i maintained my innocence by playing show me yours and i will give you 20p


Computer ist borked.


I think, for the first time in my internet life, I have recieved a virus.

Im not happy about it, and Ive had to use my 'second' install of windows to be able to keep online... But things still seem to be a bit funkey.

Ohh well.


Boring boring internet people.

Maybe its just that random internet people arnt as interesting any more. :(

ohh well,

this is! ----->>>>>


Clarification on the Sugarhouse issue.

Well mostly just clarification about the fact that all I know is whats in the Scan article.

Everything else is just speculation, but based on the evidence so far it seems like no RocScene.

Even so all is not lost as I have been led to believe that the arrival of the new Darkplace is imminant and will be on multiple nights... Maybe a positive swap!

The spark?

[Ignore if you dont want to read some sad reflection on life.]

I was just in the shower, and against popular opinion I was just standing there thinking about a message that I had previously sent to a randommer on Myspace.

It was weird, randomly sending messages to people used to be something that I did every day when I was 16-17 whilst browsing the streets of elftown. And I found it remarcably hard to do for some reason. It was impossible to create a message that was both witty, relaxed and above all not too scary for someone totally new to understand and accept as fun. But, I realise, it was something that I was able to consistantly do when I was younger.

Yes I know, it sounds bad that im thinking about 'when I was younger' already, but thinking about it its not so bad it was 4+years ago! And in that time my experience of the world has expanded horribly wide. No longer do I have that ability of pecocious nievity that created mild arrogance in belief that somone actually wanted to talk to me. Now i simply think about why people would not want to speak to me, and try too hard.

Maybe I have lost something in the last few years, maybe university isnt actually a fulfilling experience, but something that takes much of the spark away from life by simply doing everything possible, or having the appearance of that.

Bah, its sad really, but i feel less of a person now than I did in freshers week two years ago.


Now on to reading that wonderful tome, 'The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People' as suggested by my father. Maybe this will help me out... Or maybe it just proves the point.

Shagga Screw-up?

Article from the Scan online, Lancaster Uni's Student Newspaper.

Just a quicky.


The new plans for the sugarhouse seem disasterous to me.

The article points out only two changes, both of which are the quirks that made that place different.

1) The second room was a totally different experence to the main room, allowing for two seporate nights to occur allowing for a wider mix of music tastes. This will be taken away.

2) The quiet room was teh social room for the club. Those people who didnt fancy the Loud blareing music in the main rooms tended to go here for the experience and the chance to meet people and socialise over danceing. This will also be taken away.

Seems to me like someone wants to do plasic surgry to a place that simply needs a bit of a make over.