New John Power lp not as bad or good as you might imagine. Skies above November bonkers broom built the best one of us. No need for The Beatles now we've left the past behind. Trip outside the day. My neurotransmitters built the M25 and left me confused.

Torn down March rain prism Darwin "enough-already" contingent

Some great Morrissey interviews from 1997... there's something rather troubling about the way his upper lip never moves when he's talking. It must be tedious keeping it up. Dancing from one cul-de-sac to the next there was Robbie Coltrane, always entertaining yet strangely never very fulfilling.
The taskforce must have number-crunched by now and come up with a definitive answer to the pressing question on the lips of the nation "which is the best non-alcoholic beer?" I wager before 2013 there will be NABs in every bar, roller-disco and butchers... and that NAB-stout will be among the most repulsive sensory experiences known to... err, affluent Western subs.

Went for job interview today, din' I? The funny thing was the gerkin was directly oppostive me out of the window as I was answering questions about my experience with quantitative data collection... which was quite distracting... but not completely distracting. Its not that funny either. Went to a great talk today on foetal alcohol syndrome. Now then. Spoke to my brothers on the course... sometimes it feels too sad not to be as close as you can possibly imagine. Happy hipsters, Gumsters.

Who's up for the Michael Jackson bonanza at o2? surely one of the least soulful venues in the British Isles strung out on silly pop from too long ago not goin out that well. Man in the mirror played in D still sounds great after all these years. Swing your capo high and let rip... but good luck trying to make "my favourite winter coat" sound like a good line.

Jackie Leven - Heart in my Soul (live)

The final flute lesson and dim blue light

It'd be nice to say it all ended amicably but in truth the crayons had let me down for the last time and it was as much as I could do to stop myself from grinding shades of red and blue into my cuticles. And the classes at HR6FC were much, much worse...