You Dirty Little Tramp...

After being all blogged out yesterday I needed a pick me up. As luck would have it the drugs cabinet was full to over-flowing and I plucked out Salutations from the Ghetto Nation having also seen moments earlier that there was Warrior Soul renaissance going on. You know what, I'm going to see Warrior Soul and I'm going to see Kiss and then I don't think I'll ever go to another show in my life. What will be the point? Andrew Wood is dead, so that's not going to happen is it. Also on the plus side, that book - Home from the Vinyl Cafe - much recommended slices of laughter where that is concerned. A most excellent book that, despite my promise of having it finished, I haven't. Friday is a good day to finish a book though. Clip of the day: Planet Girl | Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction

You Wanted The Best, You Got The Best...

Lesson of the day. If you have an LG Chocolate, don't drop it on the floor. Unlike the trusty Nokia brick, it will scratch. At least it didn't smash though - I don't think I'm the right sort of person to have a Chocolate... not unless somebody can design a rubber cover for it anyway.

I found myself in the rather envious position of remembering that it was Valentine's Day tomorrow which a bit of a coup. Sarah 'casually' mentioned that she had no more books to read so that was the present sorted. While I was in there, I found a book called Home From The Vinyl Cafe by Stuart McLean. Looks good... an intial scour suggests it to be something like High Fidelity crossed with Empire Records. I'll have finished it by tomorrow. Best had just in case Sarah has the same idea as me and pitches for the book options as well.

In between finishing up with last weeks Ashes to Ashes and catching Prison Break, I'd been looking for something in "the cupboard under the stairs" and instead of finding what I was after, came across a copy of The Medicine Way. This book thing is getting to be a serious addiction. I've read that book about four or five times now. It fell open at the page it always falls open at - the mind labyrinthe.

This is one of the greatest diagrams a human being can ever lay their eyes on. It's so simple and yet, I still haven't figured out how to use the machine. It's basically reinforcing what I have figured already - that you can have anything in this world that you can dream - if you can keep your censors quiet for long enough for the seeds to bed themselves in.

It's a complex process alright. Maybe it's time to ride the chaosphere again. Not sure if I can handle the fallout any more.

But all of this fades to grey as Kiss announce a full European tour this summer. This is the last time I shall ever go and see them - whatever they decide to do in the future. A Paul Stanley solo show is a different beast, but this will be it for me. One more time for the road. I think I shall take the whole family to the Paris show and do Download by myself.

I need to take everybody because a) they need an education b) I hope it doesn't spoil everything ever in the future for them but they need a point of reference and c) I don't need anymore reasons than that. It's Kiss.

If you're living under a stone and have missed the dates, read 'em and weep:

May
11 Munich Olympiahalle GERMANY
13 Verona Arena ITALY
15 Belgrade USCE Stadium SERBIA
24 Moscow Olympissky RUSSIA
26 St Petersburg Newarena RUSSIA

June
4 Hamburg Color Line Arena GERMANY
6 Prague Saska Arena CZECH REPUBLIC
9 Berlin Velodrom GERMANY
10 Mannheim SAP Arena GERMANY
11 Oberhausen Arena GERMANY
13Download Festival UK
15 Arrow Festival HOLLAND
17 Paris Bercy FRANCE
18 Stuttgart Schleyerhalle GERMANY
21 Bilbao Kobetamendi SPAIN

There's more info here, but I'm not sure how much more info than that anybody could need!

Clip of the day: Love Destruction | Warrior Soul

The Day The Earth Stood Still

My bank account might as well be smoking 60 Marlboro a day, it's that unhealthy. Thus, I got up this morning and decided not to be broke anymore. I think that's a mighty big step. I'm so used to either just about making it to the next pay day or hatching a skin of the teeth escape plan, that it's become the norm.

No more! It's not like I don't have any skills either. I have plenty to fall back on.. so long as it's something you want doing that's in the line of publishing (and laying wooden floor too. I found I was quite good at that).

Started reading a great book today - The Film Club by David Gilmour (not that David Gilmour). It's about this guy who let's his kid drop out of school because he hates it and they watch three films a week in the hope that one of them will inspire him to do something useful with his life.

It's delivered in a very bloggy fashion - if you're here becasue you're a blog-a-holic, it might be right up your street.

I also picked up a first edition of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell today for £1.50. There she was just lurking in the window display of a charity shop in mint condition. Result. Also got waylaid into picking up a copy of Walking With Dinosaurs for a couple of quid... I'm popular for all the wring reasons when I get home!

Then - horror of horrors combined with much joy - my dear friend Charlie, who I've just hooked up with again on Facebook (so it is good for something), posted a couple of pictures of me up there from 1987. That's 20 years ago. How the hell did that happen. Whoever said 'life is what happens while you're busy making other plans' hit the nail right on the head.

Our (that would be JJ and I) plans to take over the world with Dark Hollow are finally making the right kind of waves. I'm really looking forward to the end of the week when all of the demo material will go live, then we can really start lighting matches and throwing them all over the world. This also means I'd best get my act together and finish off the site tomorrow night otherwise we'll look like fools.

Oddly, I got a mailer in the post today from Mercedes pimping their new C class. Why? I don't have any money and they certainly wouldn't let me go for a test drive if I turn up there on Sunday. Still, the damn thing looks pretty hot and I'd be game for loaning one for a week and writing about it. If it can live through my kids, they deserve to ask for that sort of money!
When I picked Ellie up from Guides tonight, I walked back withthe vicar. Nice bloke. He knows as much stuff about the Knights Templar as me. I wonder if he drinks Budweiser? These days, those are the kind of nights out I can handle.

Just not tomorrow though... Torchwood. Game over.

Greatest thing in the inbox today: Blackout in the Red Room. Killer!