tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40898932012-01-31T10:50:27.352Z@uspic¡ous Fish¿!Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.comBlogger7231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-85874769246735141982011-04-09T07:50:00.000+01:002011-04-09T07:51:22.560+01:00For reference, I am writing here now - Sickmouthy.comSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1139393572316121892006-02-08T10:12:00.000Z2006-02-08T10:12:52.333ZBeen dead for some time now.Go away.NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1137416305775601242006-01-16T12:57:00.000Z2006-01-16T12:58:25.786ZA strange week.If you live in South Africa and your friend Rob is at Exeter University and you sent him to come and say "hi" to me, "hi" back at you.NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1116429555367971222005-05-18T16:18:00.000+01:002005-05-18T16:19:15.426+01:00Once again back is the incredible...Because you asked for it, for some reason.The Enormous Embrace ExerciseOr; reasons to be woefulOr; the most misunderstood band in the worldOr; what the fuck were you thinking, N1ck S0uth@ll?Or; shut the fuck up and listen to my songOr; a song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On AcidHow the Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com144tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1114158740546403962005-04-22T09:31:00.000+01:002005-04-22T09:32:20.546+01:00And the rest is history...I’ve not read a blog in months. Longer. I’ve posted only twice on this in the last 6 weeks or so. I’ve pretty much stopped posting on ILX. I’m still writing at Stylus (although nothing for a week or two after a flurry of activity in March) and I’m moderating at the Embrace forum and doing the occasional bits of stuff here, there and elsewhere in the meantime…ConsiderSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1113761444749836952005-04-17T19:10:00.000+01:002005-04-17T19:10:44.750+01:00Killed a DeerDriving home from the cinema at 9pm, doing about 55mph on the Exminster bypass and all of a sudden there's a deer in my headlights, yards from the front of the car. I slam the breaks on, Emma screams, the deer looks right at me and leaps out of the way and to safety on the other side of the road. I've barely stopped, in fact I don't think I quite have, when another deer leaps from Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1111050715868536042005-03-17T09:11:00.000Z2005-03-17T09:11:55.876ZRetrieval part 2 (of many)And another one…Tell me all about 10-year-old youIt's 1989 and I live in the same house I have lived in since November 1979 when I was 6 months old, and which I still live in now as a 25-year-old. My two older brothers (I am youngest by 9 and 11 years) still live with us but not for long. In fact, JR (21) may have already moved out; certainly he and his long hair wont Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1111049598204977162005-03-17T08:53:00.000Z2005-03-17T08:53:18.206ZRetrievalI’ve not used ILX properly in a couple of months. It seems to have totally lost something now. I always promised myself I’d never be one of those people who whinged about it being better in the old days; sadly it seems I now really think that. Several of the older posters have left too. I’m thinking of starting a new forum with Mr Passantino at some stage.But in the meantime, Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1110194294853854742005-03-07T11:17:00.000Z2005-03-07T11:18:14.916ZI am having an affair.Ah, London. Waterloo facilitated an Apex ticket, meaning an outlay of only £20 and something pence. It may take an hour longer than the Paddington route, but surely it’s worth it? Fuck knows, but eight hours on a train over the weekend is more than enough. To get up before 7 and head for another one to get into work this morning was almost too much.I love London, in an Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com86tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109238946904795482005-02-24T09:55:00.000Z2005-02-24T09:55:46.906ZSoccerOn Tuesday I was bullied into playing football despite the hideous cold I’m currently getting over (last three days = gravely voice and occasional exorcism of flecks of phlegm via husky cough [ladies my voice is sexy] – worst part = last Thursday when it started with that awful sore throat which you just know presages a week or more of feeling like shit) because my brother had insisted we Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109153803831085942005-02-23T10:16:00.000Z2005-02-23T10:16:43.836ZEating cheese-on-toast at 10pmSome kind of fucked-up, left-hand-drive Aston Martin Vanquish or something, automatic too, took me a while to figure out how to deal with it, how to get it to accelerate really fast, two of them, one with a pointy front. I think I preferred the non-pointy one, but drove the pointy one more. Not sure why. A tiny orb of plutonium or something in some kind of weird Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109016413071159932005-02-21T20:00:00.000Z2005-02-21T20:06:53.073ZRIPOh yeah - this guy I know of, had a monkey in his pocket once, I think it was drunk, I think it had been sick in his pocket, he was drunk as well, we were in San Diego I think, that summer was kinda blurred but we were definitely there - anyway, this guy was a writer, or something, looked like a bum to me but what the hell, sometimes you can't tell, you know? I've seen professors who look Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109011478632271252005-02-21T18:44:00.000Z2005-02-21T18:44:38.636ZWe all love the party.karim says:sickSick Mouthy says:golrimkarim says:i fucking love bloc party so muchkarim says:my godkarim says:i'm obsessedSick Mouthy says:you need patrick wolf in your lifekarim says:i can't believe J didn't enthuse about them moreSick Mouthy says:have you got all the b-sides?karim says:months agokarim says:i've got little thoughtsSick Mouthy says:ALL OF THEMkarim says:Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1109005848976141332005-02-21T17:10:00.000Z2005-02-21T17:10:48.976ZSitting on a cornflakeThere’s a British character actor, portly, miserable-looking, late 30s, early 40s, who played the devil (possibly) in Russell T Davies’ The Second Coming, the vaguely controversial, sub-His Dark Materials religious drama broadcast on ITV early in 2003. He’s also in early Doors, among others things. He’s called Mark Benton, and a guy on my train looks just like him, only Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1108547674118467722005-02-16T09:54:00.000Z2005-02-16T09:54:34.123ZSlight ReturnI knew I was having a shit game when I nutmegged two defenders in a row, turned into space, and put my foot through the ball as hard as I fucking could (which is pretty hard) only to see it sail six inches over the bar. I had a few decent touches, made a lot of runs, had a couple of shots which hit the wrong side of the post, made a few decent passes, but nothing come off, nothing Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106561810404621492005-01-24T10:16:00.000Z2005-01-24T10:16:50.403ZCat
So we finally had our pet cat put down yesterday. She was 21.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106264210587721722005-01-20T23:35:00.000Z2005-01-20T23:36:50.586ZNNNNOOOOOOOOooooooo......
Not fucking that! You bastards!!!
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106218028910634252005-01-20T10:46:00.000Z2005-01-20T10:47:08.910ZBack of the net / Aberdeen
I was going to say that Wayne Rooney couldn’t score in an old peoples’ home, but on the stroke of 87 minutes he proved me wrong, the wee bastard. Exeter did themselves great credit up until that moment – ten minutes of shellshock at the off notwithstanding. I watched the game in the pub in Teignmouth and the atmosphere was electric; they stopped the schedule for Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1106049709799023332005-01-18T11:41:00.000Z2005-01-18T12:01:49.800ZComments
Specifically those at Stylus and even more specifically this one;
Posted 01/18/2005 - 06:30:24 AM by BeeOKay:
"Let's hope this fares better than the Singles list, right?" Especially when you have a writer openly say I have listened to more B.S. pop than the Super Furry Animals. SFA are the best band in the world today, hands down, IMO.
from the bottom of the Top 50 Albums of the Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105967295486081902005-01-17T13:58:00.000Z2005-01-17T13:08:15.486ZDefeat
I can't deal with people who seem scared of life. Is that bad? Life isn't there to be scared of.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105966210066197502005-01-17T13:48:00.000Z2005-01-17T12:50:10.066ZOverheard
"I can't do poetry; I can't read things into it."
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105962994591295152005-01-17T11:56:00.000Z2005-01-17T11:56:34.590ZThe God Man
The God Man intrigues me more than almost any other passenger, I think. Certainly more than big-nose kid, whose nose is so desperate to get away from his head that it appears to be mere seconds away from jumping off his face. I’m sure, in a few years, when his countenance has found the measure of his head and adjusted accordingly, when he’s worn it in a touch more, it won’t look Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105610918150817402005-01-13T10:06:00.000Z2005-01-13T10:10:39.986ZMORE FUCKING SONGS BY THAT BAND (look away if you hate Embrace) (or don't actually - read it and then listen to them again and see if you still hate them)
This Is Part Eight (8!) Of The Enormous Embrace Exercise
A song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On Acid
More B-sides, this time for the release of “Looking As You Are”,Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1105006431269494432005-01-06T09:55:00.000Z2005-01-06T10:13:51.270ZSilence
The only thing I agree with Starsailor about is that "silence is easy". Three minutes of silence yesterday wasn't for people in South Asia whose homes, lives and families have been obliterated by nature; it was for the people in Britain and elsewhere in the Western world who stood still for the sake of feeling a little better about themselves. Silence helps NO ONE except the silent, Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1104707593031217782005-01-02T23:12:00.000Z2005-01-02T23:13:13.030ZBloc Party
All those things that people have said are actually true. They make my eyes feel too big for my head.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1104431459012633462004-12-30T18:27:00.000Z2004-12-30T18:30:59.013ZLife is a timewarp
When we finished university, James, Olly and myself promised each other that we’d meet up once a year to drink, talk and take stock of how our lives are panning out. Last year we met in May at Northampton, where we had been to university. The previous year we met at my house in August. This year we have had to wait until late December, as James has been teaching in Japan Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103878170937744302004-12-24T08:48:00.000Z2004-12-24T08:49:30.936ZBukkake
Am I getting old or is that the most disgusting billboard ever? I'm amazed that there hasn't been a barrage of complaints. I mean, it does look like what I think it looks like, right?!
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103810056781313512004-12-23T13:54:00.000Z2004-12-23T13:56:30.953ZBut not yet.
Natalie Portman, in Converse Allstars and faded jeans, listening to The Shins on big geeky headphones with little silly stickers stuck on them, covering up the name of the manufacturer, epileptic and a compulsive liar and an accidental hamster killer, never been in love with anything, falling in love in four days flat with a fucked-up Jewish wannabe-actor whose father is a Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103722412368161362004-12-22T13:32:00.000Z2004-12-22T13:33:32.370ZIt's Over.
NME's Albums Of 2004
1. Franz Ferdinand – Franz Ferdinand
2. The Libertines – The Libertines
3. The Streets – A Grand Don’t Come For A Free
4. Scissor Sisters – Scissor Sisters
5. The Futureheads – The Futureheads
6. Danger Mouse – The Greay Album
7. Kanye West – The College Dropout
8. Razorlight – Razorlight
9. The Radio Dept – Lesser Matters
10. The Dears – No Cities Left
11. Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103556479610878892004-12-20T15:27:00.000Z2004-12-20T15:27:59.610ZExtinction.
So I'm thinking of killing off the blog. I'm bored of it. Whaddaya reckon?
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103022896348595422004-12-14T11:12:00.000Z2004-12-14T11:14:56.346ZPolar Bear
So yeah, Final Straw by Snow Patrol is actually really good, isn't it? Why did no one bother to tell me that they sounded even more like My Bloody Valentine than they used to? Why did no one bother to mention that the arrangements are really subtle and interesting? Why did it take repeated exposure to "Spitting Games" and "How To Be Dead" to convince me to steal Emma's copy? Why Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103017011859119942004-12-14T09:35:00.000Z2004-12-14T09:36:51.860ZAnd yes...
... that juxtaposition was deliberate. I'm not very well, you see. Also William and I won the lottery bonus ball thing at work this week. A massive £14 each.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103016344614986772004-12-14T09:24:00.000Z2004-12-14T09:26:32.986ZCan (planned for Stylus)
Prior to recording Ege Bamyasi in 1972, Can scored an unlikely pop hit in the German charts with “Spoon”, which sold some 300,000 copies due to being the theme tune to a television programme. The money that came from this unexpected hit enabled them to buy an old cinema, which they both lived and recorded in for the next few years; prior to that they’d recorded in a Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1103014329342626502004-12-14T08:51:00.000Z2004-12-14T08:52:09.343ZWho's allowed?
Live on television the other day an a cappella performance featured only three of the girls, because, frankly, they can't sing live for toffee, even if that's what they were supposedly chosen for from amongst the legions of pop wannabes who trudged to auditions across the country some two and a half years ago.
They’re an odd phenomena, Girls Aloud, simultaneously drawing from Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1102625453902143222004-12-09T20:48:00.000Z2004-12-10T10:11:17.216Z2004; A Song Odyssey
So 2004 has nearly ended. I hate end-of-year things that go on and on and on and on and on; who has the time, frankly? There are things to be said and done and drunk. There were some records released this year, and some of them were fucking wicked. Here is a list of 40 albums and 40 singles, to be followed at some stage next week by a list of 40 songs that were not Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1101977915821313642004-12-02T08:58:00.000Z2004-12-02T08:58:35.820ZSure plays a mean pinball...
One
I was asked the other week whether I’d rather be blind or go deaf. This is the most difficult question ever. Are we talking from birth, or as the result of an accident? From birth = rather be blind. Result of an accident = rather be deaf, I think. I've talked about this dilemma a lot over the years, and as my mum has quite serious hearing problems, it's a Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1101036391219383842004-11-21T11:25:00.000Z2004-11-21T11:26:31.220ZJIZZ BOMB
1. LCD Soundsystem – “Yeah”
2. Embrace – “Ashes”
3. Britney – “Toxic”
4. Deep Dish – “Flashdance”
5. Eminem – “Just Lose It”
6. LCD Soundsystem – “Movement”
7. M.I.A. – “Galang”
8. Kelis – “Trick Me”
9. Kylie – “I Believe In You”
10. Destiny’s Child – “Lose My Breath”
11. Embrace – “Gravity”
12. Rachel Stevens – “Some Girls”
13. Blink 182 – “I Miss You”
14. Ghostface – “Run”
15. The Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100594633587575622004-11-16T08:42:00.000Z2004-11-16T08:43:53.586ZSingle of the Year?
Of course it’s not good to snap judge a song on first listen, as Josh found out here, but this is a special case. After all, I’ve heard it, in its prior incarnations, a huge number of times (even if I can’t remember its second time around, thank you Pete), but this new take I have heard only once. So far. Soon enough I’ll probably be sick of it.
Band Aid 20 - “Do They Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100269370768268092004-11-12T14:15:00.000Z2004-11-12T14:22:50.766ZClassy Man
So I just had lunch in McDonalds and then bought the Eminem album from Tesco because it was only £9.77 and I objected to spending £13.99 on it in HMV.
I have no principles anymore.
It looks like a (career) suicide note at first glance. It isn't. Not listened yet.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100256994135424692004-11-12T10:56:00.000Z2004-11-12T10:58:43.026ZWe don't barely keep in no more...
Every day in every way I despair a little more at the human race. The guy by the door on the train, trying to get off like several dozen of us, had his thumb glued to the ‘close’ button, eyes glazed over. Twice the person outside pressed ‘open’, trying to board, and twice the door closed immediately, stopping us alighting and him taking our place. I noticedSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100180333161886592004-11-11T13:36:00.000Z2004-11-11T13:38:53.160ZDear sloan girls...
...who walk into the library at 11am sharp on Armistice day, notice all the staff and students standing still and silent in rememberance of the dead of two world wars and countless other nasty (but not necessarily pointless) conflicts, and then proceed to go into the toilets together and continue to talk at a volume still audible outside; you make me sick.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100008037607549792004-11-09T13:46:00.000Z2004-11-09T13:47:17.606ZTraffic
Why do the menko ones always talk to me? Does anybody want any chocolate?
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100007871147020502004-11-09T13:39:00.000Z2004-11-09T13:44:31.146ZCompact Disc
German man
Oh german man
You say “cool” and “yah” a lot
And listen to jazz
Your clothes are all black
And you want to watch The Wicker Man
I can’t get over the feeling that you are
In fact
Mike Myers
Playing a clichéd german jazz fan
In a dodgy film
Perhaps it is the way you twist your lips?
With your long hair
And say
“Oh right, cool, yah, right, cool”
When we answer one of your
Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1100007492931281342004-11-09T13:37:00.000Z2004-11-09T13:39:24.973ZPetrol Station
Bed bed bed bed bed bed bed.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1099644397196397002004-11-05T08:45:00.000Z2004-11-05T08:46:37.196ZBlue Skies
Stand on a cliff and look at that and listen to this.
Oh yes.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1099561889576355852004-11-04T09:51:00.000Z2004-11-04T10:19:20.560Zwtf is with people hating on Robbie Williams?
This Is Part Seven (7)
The Enormous Embrace Exercise Part Whateverthefuck It Is (which is seven (7), isn’t it)
A song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On Acid
And lo on the fourth day He did say There Shall Be Another Single, And With It Shall Come More B-Sides And You, My SonSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1099558182402603472004-11-04T08:49:00.000Z2004-11-04T08:49:42.403ZUpdate?
I am, of course, less than delighted with the outcome of the US presidential election, but not exactly surprised. For the last month of campaigning I could feel no hope for Kerry, only an overwhelming sense of dread and pointlessness. American friends, there is a spare room in our house.
Can reissues… Mute and Spoon have remastered and reissued the German masters’ first four albums Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1099043236484877642004-10-29T10:45:00.000+01:002004-10-29T10:47:41.493+01:00Last night...
I dreamt all my toes were falling off. It wasn't nice.
What does this mean?!
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098949177042497622004-10-28T08:37:00.000+01:002004-10-28T08:39:37.043+01:00Stormy Clouds
The train home from work normally takes between 12 and 22 minutes, depending on whether I catch the 1722 (straight to Dawlish) or the 1727 (stops everywhere). Last night I left work just after quarter past five and ran to the train station, afraid I was going to miss the 1722 and end up having to wait for the 1756. I did have to wait, but not until 1756.
The 1722 arrived at Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098913424622876722004-10-27T22:40:00.000+01:002004-10-27T22:43:44.623+01:00Floods in Devon = I am listening to The Penguin Cafe Orchestra and thinking happy thoughts...
fadeout95: who are they?
NickJSouthall: um
NickJSouthall: hard to describe
NickJSouthall: avant-garde twee orchestral chamber pop
fadeout95: valliant attempt.
NickJSouthall: melodies played on mobile phones and such like
NickJSouthall: IT'S MY JOB
fadeout95: haha. I like that.
NickJSouthall: hurdy Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098870595014774342004-10-27T10:49:00.000+01:002004-10-27T10:49:55.016+01:00More musing on death.
I think part of the reason Peel (and also Clough) dying has hit me so hard is the fact that we're at a point in history were we've had 50 years of television, radio, pop music, magazines, popular culture - and that first generation of "normal" people to become famous on an every day level, people who everybody knew but who weren't superstars, who moved in a different Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098827867088677032004-10-26T22:55:00.000+01:002004-10-26T22:57:47.086+01:00Sometimes you just write and you don't really know what or why, you just have to type. Other people will say it better, more knowingly, more profoundly, but this is my two pence.
John Peel would, I’m sure, appreciate the fact that radio Five Live has just followed a tribute to his life and a commemoration of his death with an article about what kind of biscuits British people like to dunk in Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098798297401351412004-10-26T14:43:00.000+01:002004-10-26T14:44:57.400+01:00John Peel RIP
John Peel, bastion of British radio for over 40 years, has died suddenly of a heart attack whilst on a working holiday in Peru.
BBC website report.
This has really shaken me up.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098728745534122672004-10-25T19:24:00.000+01:002004-10-25T19:25:45.536+01:00Do you have any Linkin Park?
Children and animals love me, for some reason. I’m not entirely sure why, because I’m not massively keen on either. I’m no animal hater – it’s just that I’m allergic to most things with fur (which I’m sure they’re aware of on some primordial, scent-based level, hence their affection for me), and as for kids… well, they can’t really talk about existentialism and Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1098690268191187362004-10-25T08:44:00.000+01:002004-10-25T08:44:28.193+01:00Pulse
Yes I am alive, just in case you wondered. I fear the man on the cliff may not be, though.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097834171680604272004-10-15T10:55:00.000+01:002004-10-15T10:56:11.680+01:00Bugger That First List
The Albums You Should Have Listened To Before You Die
Copy this list onto your blog, put the ones you have listened to (completely from beginning to end) in bold and then add three more albums that you think people should have heard before they turn into their parents - remember, it isn't necessarily your favourite albums but the ones you think people should listen to...Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097783190025510272004-10-14T09:31:00.001+01:002004-10-14T20:46:30.026+01:00England
God, we were shite. Passing awful, movement awful, commitment absent. A “professional display” says Michael Owen. Bollocks was it. It was shite.
On the positive side of things, though, the pub I was drinking Guinness in last night after the match with my mate Andrew had some Middle Eastern satellite feed on (cheaper than commercial rates for Sky, but sadly no incidents of Ron Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097677739432184792004-10-13T15:28:00.000+01:002004-10-13T15:28:59.433+01:00Another List
I suppose I’d better take two minutes to do this…
The Albums You Should Have Listened To Before You Die
Which I found over at Ben’s blog today. Most of the current choices on it are abysmal, so I shall do the best I can.
Here are the instructions. Pass it on…
Copy the list on to your blog, put in bold the ones you have listened to (completely from beginning to end) and then Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097615330951807902004-10-12T22:08:00.000+01:002004-10-12T22:08:50.950+01:00FORZA
I love playing football. Why? The thrill of physical exertion? The excitement of feeling yourself do something you’d only hoped you were capable of? Hitting the back of the net? The grace, the poetry, of a well-placed pass, a good finish, a dummy, a mazy run, a feint? Tonight, and this doesn’t happen often (trust me, I tell you every time it does), I had a GREAT game. Or, I had a Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097583406543754812004-10-12T13:07:00.000+01:002004-10-12T13:27:47.173+01:00Term-time wonders
Students, especially male ones in their first year, are a bizarre breed. The most bizarre ones are... Well, it seems almost as if some of them have a list of bohemian student things to do, like
Monday - watch a French New Wave film, preferably a black & white one
Tuesday - listen to some Bob Dylan
Wednesday - ask the library guy if they have any black & white photography [Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097481416458969792004-10-11T08:56:00.000+01:002004-10-11T09:26:39.583+01:00Franco Baresi would be proud
Jamie Theakston, being the most knowledgeable man in the country when it comes to pop music, is presenting a new series on C4 which aims to get viewers voting on who should be inducted into the UK’s Rock N Roll Hall Of Fame. Oh my. There were five artists included automatically, bypassing the shortlist and vote kerfuffle and going straight past Go and collecting Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097227078441638912004-10-08T10:11:00.000+01:002004-10-08T10:17:58.440+01:00The Brattleboro Rat
The man on the cliff was wrapped up in a big coat and a woolly hat today. What do I do when I walk past his frozen corpse in three months' time? I can see my own breath in the air as I walk to the station in the mornings now. Heaven only knows what it's like before sunrise.
The title of this post is the title of the novel.
The train journey is becoming increasingly Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1097057878271768712004-10-06T09:02:00.000+01:002004-10-06T11:19:17.513+01:00A Noisy Bristol Crowd
The man on the cliff was wrapped in a sleeping bag yesterday morning, which I am taking to mean that he is definitely living in the observation shelter. It’s turning cold enough at night now, but I pity him when it gets to January if he’s still there. One morning I’m going to walk past a corpse. What does one do if this happens?
Tried to get some trainers in Bristol Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096622720315049422004-10-01T09:03:00.000+01:002004-10-01T10:25:20.316+01:00Funeral
Third funeral I’ve been to, and they don’t get any less strange, whether they’re for your brother’s housemate who died slowly of testicular cancer or for a 70 year old philandering ex policeman who pickled himself with gin. The readings were well chosen – “Religion did not play a part in Ron’s life” – too right – “Two things you never talk about in the pub, Nick, and that’s religion and Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096538843410773752004-09-30T11:05:00.000+01:002004-09-30T11:07:23.410+01:00What have I started?!
Someone has asked that I do another list, this time of 50 records of the 20th century. I think it would be more sensible, were I to do another, to do 50 records from the 90s. What does anybody think about this? Do you really want another list, you bastards? Or just more pretty photographs? Or vague meandering writings about my dinner? Or some invisive socio-politicalSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096445910779038642004-09-29T09:08:00.000+01:002004-09-29T09:18:30.780+01:00Fight Club
Last night I dreamt I beat up Paul Bettany. He was dressed as Michael Caine and playing a boxer in a film.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096280076001703762004-09-27T11:14:00.000+01:002004-09-27T11:14:36.000+01:00No pictures today...
Because Photobucket is down (or at least my album is at the moment).
I’ve been listening to OK Computer compulsively for the last few days. What is this about? I’ve never really paid it much mind before – yes it’s beautifully put together, yes it’s a staggering achievement, no it’s never really moved me, and I’m not sure if it’s moving me now either. Maybe “Let Down” is Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096031669579236562004-09-24T14:14:00.000+01:002004-09-24T14:16:28.456+01:00Is it vain...
To keep posting my photos?
I do love them.
Is it vain to love them?
It takes no talent, really.
Just point and click, isn’t it?
Bollocks is it.
Don’t limit me.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1096030371193220252004-09-24T13:51:00.000+01:002004-09-24T13:52:51.193+01:00List More, Listless
The A List
I guess, for the sake of this not ending up as just another fucking list, I ought to write something about everything here, otherwise the exercise is pointless. Shopping list alone as useless, shopping list + recipe together as great, etcetera, etcetera. And yet I don’t know if I can be bothered, frankly. With this one, as opposed to that other one, there is anSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095933566919618032004-09-23T10:56:00.000+01:002004-09-23T10:59:26.920+01:00Shameless
No content to speak of, nothing to say.
Just some pictures, of things.
I much prefer them to words, these days.
Not even anything pithy to say about them, not really.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095842388436077222004-09-22T09:39:00.000+01:002004-09-22T09:39:48.436+01:00No Surprises
7-a-side was quiet to start with, one or two more people per side than we’re used to on that size pitch meant it was more difficult to break each other down and you couldn’t score goals just by breaking fast. (Which is probably where a lot of my goals come from, thinking about it – I’ve not got the touch, if I’m honest, to punish people when there’s no space at all; I’m definitelySick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095756769459409382004-09-21T09:52:00.000+01:002004-09-21T09:52:49.460+01:00Feeling Listless...
I make no claims at definitiveness (why bother?). In fact I make no claims at anything – these are just 50 records from the first decade of the 21st century of human history (as determined by the rather arbitrary system of Christian calendar) that I really like but don’t… quite… love. Why don’t I love them? Well, for some of them it’s because they’re very recent and I’ve Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095339672567798872004-09-16T13:59:00.000+01:002004-09-16T14:01:12.566+01:00Surgeon Heal Thyself
I am going through a cleansing period. I hate the numbers, maaaaaaaaaaaaan... They mean shit. Fuck all.
The concept of essentialism is rockist.
Discuss.
If you have to wear a suit to work you've gone wrong somewhere.
Discuss.
Open your mind.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095320711140940662004-09-16T08:44:00.000+01:002004-09-16T19:27:40.236+01:00The Man on the Cliff
[I was gonna make lots of shit up about The Man on the Cliff, about having had a conversation with him, and I was gonna transcribe this conversation kind of like an interview and freak you all out by blurring the lines between fact and fiction, make him out to be some kind of non-person without a National Insurance Number or a birth certificate or something, and then write Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1095067440377006902004-09-13T10:23:00.000+01:002004-09-13T10:26:33.590+01:00Into Everything / Proof Of Purchase
Back in April it was “release a single in the summer, see how it does, if it does well follow it straight away, if not pump another one out. In that case the album might no surface till next year.” Even in June when the single was announced officially it didn’t actually feel as though it was going to ever happen. September 13th was too far away to even Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1094806515939849262004-09-10T09:53:00.000+01:002004-09-10T09:56:55.813+01:00Rar
Firstly, is it wrong of me to like the Jojo single? Secondly, how the fuck is she 13? Fourthly, does that make me a p@3d0ph1l3, even though I don’t actually know what she looks like, because I am aware that she wears high heels? And C; in Romeo & Juliet, Juliet was being married off at 13 because that’s how old her mother was when Juliet was born. And lastly, an “age of consent” was Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1094632192041664902004-09-08T09:29:00.000+01:002004-09-09T07:12:05.853+01:00Surprise
Blogger is fuXXored up.
Will it publish now then? Here are some pictures.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1094629677937189642004-09-08T08:47:00.000+01:002004-09-08T08:51:10.156+01:00White Boots
Somehow during the last week I managed to lose my football boots, meaning that on Sunday I had to play in ordinary trainers, which was not good. Despite searching high and low for them last night they were nowhere to be found, necessitating a trip to JJB to buy some new ones. Do you know how difficult it is to get a decent pair of black Astroturf football boots at a reasonable Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1094544754857497252004-09-07T09:11:00.000+01:002004-09-07T09:12:34.856+01:00Where I've Been...
Football last Wednesday saw me score a rambunctious hat trick, bundling Nigel over at least a couple of times and surging towards goal like a bloody-minded Ronaldo (only shit, obviously [although I may well be as fit as him, given his penchant for pies and discos {what am I saying? I have a penchant for pies and discos too!}]). Shoulder barges have never been something I’ve Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1094374399225636952004-09-05T09:45:00.000+01:002004-09-10T09:52:42.346+01:00A Day (or two) in Pictures
Maybe at some point I'll write some words to go with them.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1093886400583255782004-08-30T18:11:00.000+01:002004-08-30T18:20:00.583+01:00And then that's it...
I got my bike out yesterday for the first time in, well I was claiming 18 months, but I think it's actually 2 years. I cycled about 8 miles last night. The jelly legs and nearly-blistered hands aren't the problem though. The problem is the fact that I can't sit down because my arse is sore from the saddle. Still, I got to take some amazing photos.
Photos. Aye. And Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1093557347169521902004-08-26T22:51:00.000+01:002004-08-27T10:21:11.046+01:00News
Tonight at 6.30pm Embrace played an illegal gig in the middle of Leicester Square to hundreds of fans clutching helium-filled balloons. Grasping only acoustic guitars and tambourines, Danny with an old-fashioned mic-box strapped around his neck, they made it through four or five songs before the police turned up. Apparently Danny tried to steal a policeman's hat before the band fled to Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1093338534110791542004-08-24T10:08:00.000+01:002004-08-24T10:08:54.110+01:00???
I should update, shouldn't I?
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092867575655202692004-08-18T23:18:00.000+01:002004-08-18T23:19:35.656+01:00advice
don't stop at the first hundred
no really, don't
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092834365320693762004-08-18T14:05:00.000+01:002004-08-19T08:49:49.856+01:00The sum of all years
I’m choking up a lot lately. Stephen Parry winning bronze made me choke up, not the moment when he won, not even the moment when he said his dad was too ill to have flown out to Greece, but the moment when [whoever the commentator was] explained how Parry had qualified for the final, coming 16th or something in one heat, how he’d spent seven years working for it, always Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092822424478223372004-08-18T10:46:00.000+01:002004-08-18T10:47:39.930+01:00Bring On The Songs (2004 Redux Version) (Marlon Brando Has A Number On His Face) Ra-Ra Girls And Summer Fun Days Oh My God What Am I Singing In The Heat Haze AKA These Are The Songs Of Our Lives, Or At Least August 2004 (The Year Thus Far) [OR; Killing Time While I Wait {For A Camera}] [which has now arrived hence this has got forgot]
It’s the middle of August. Shall I witter about some Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092259932714092642004-08-11T22:31:00.000+01:002004-08-18T11:12:47.033+01:00Eat a Dog
Hit up The Verve on my iPod earlier, on the way home, 20 tracks and the ‘shuffle songs’ function, but only after I’d selected “A New Decade” first. I love the way it whispers and whimpers and then crashes in, Ashcroft a bag of spite and vision, “a new decade / the radio plays the sound we make / and everything seems to feel alright / coming through your lonely mind…” When I was 16 ISick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092165746962319852004-08-10T20:20:00.000+01:002004-08-10T20:22:26.963+01:00And now for that there new album, yeah?
This Is Part Six Of The Enormous Embrace Exercise
A song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On Acid
Ashes
Not an ounce of fat on this. Some had thought it would be a 7-minute epic, huge, surging chorus, extended coda, fiddly intro, blah blah. NO. This is as tight as all hell. It’s Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1092129597896819922004-08-10T10:19:00.000+01:002004-08-10T10:21:28.223+01:00100 Things You Should Have Done In Bed But You Never Got The Chance To Try
1. Suffered a bad back
2. Had sex
3. Read the 50 Greatest Movies To Change Your Life article in this week’s Radio Times
4. Suffered the awful, dawning realisation that life experiences are meaningless in this country unless they can be codified and quantified by lists
5. Made a list
6. Ticked off things you have done / Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091992154941897462004-08-08T20:08:00.000+01:002004-08-08T20:10:24.700+01:00Still listening
Two years ago my oldest friend and his girlfriend of (then) four years got engaged. Some six months later his mum died very suddenly and unexpectedly at Christmas time, only a few months after she and my friend’s dad had moved back to the place where they had grown up in order to retire. Which made the wedding I attended on Friday as my oldest friend’s best man even more Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091530522265530062004-08-03T11:51:00.000+01:002004-08-03T11:55:22.266+01:00In Other News...
The Beta Band have split up, probably because of the (rumoured) huge debt they owe their record company, which in turn is probably because they keep making wonderful, expensive, luscious records that no bugger buys.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091521238377715202004-08-03T09:20:00.000+01:002004-08-03T09:20:38.376+01:00The Jews are here
Waddling pop man could be anywhere between 26 and 46. I imagine it is nearer the latter than the former though. Not a single grey hair, but he waddles, and drinks a bottle of pop every day on the train. Yesterday Sunkist, today Seven Up. I am fascinated by him. He appears to mumble or sing to himself, silently. His colleagues (once there were four who sat together, now Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091263494499657872004-07-31T09:41:00.000+01:002004-07-31T19:04:13.070+01:00Bing Zhong
Bing Zhong is a scientist and he has the best name ever. I intend to write a novel about him.
SG#10-DH7489DG
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091191556144669562004-07-30T13:45:00.000+01:002004-07-30T13:45:56.143+01:00More fucking idiots
Watched Elephant last night, fantastic film, so low-key and ruminatively shot (the autumnal New England colours are wondrous, green grass, bright red trees, yellow fallen leaves, empty azure skies), plus John Robinson is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen (Emma still prefers Scarlet Johansson, but says they look alike – their babies would either be the most beautiful Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091139030723994192004-07-29T23:07:00.000+01:002004-07-29T23:10:30.723+01:00More fucking Yorkshire...
This Is Part Five Of The Enormous Embrace Exercise
A song-by-song directory and exegesis of my in-and-out-of-love affair with The Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band On Acid
And so onwards and upwards we go, barely stopping for breath, but occasionally pausing to cry, both in abject frustration at all these wasted hours and miles, and in sympathy for those we lost along Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1091106533845954892004-07-29T14:08:00.000+01:002004-07-29T14:08:53.846+01:00MI5 on the way
Read this site fast before it gets deleted, because apparently it will be soon. Fucking governments.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1090917074844060652004-07-27T09:28:00.000+01:002004-07-27T13:36:48.070+01:00FUCKING BLOGGER
Jesus Christ will this fucking thing ever just work properly?! Blogger has eaten my template approx a quarter of the way through my links at the bottom, meaning the sitefeed, the "I Power Blogger" thing, a load of the links and THE MOTHERFUCKING ARCHIVE have vanished. I have no idea why. Using the 'back' button on the browser took me back all the way to when I last altered the Sick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1090915745992270462004-07-27T09:05:00.000+01:002004-07-27T09:11:42.146+01:00My back still troubles me...
I’ve started reading Midnight’s Children as of last night (20 pages in thus far, 20 dence, prose-filled pages composed of non-sequiteurs and half memories and fabulous imagery and flights of fancy about people with big noses and tangential stories about grandfathers and doctors and boatmen), and the book mark, which has been its bookmark, unmoved and unmoveable, forSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1090827222589760352004-07-26T08:31:00.000+01:002004-07-26T08:34:11.326+01:00Fucking Blogger's bringing advert pop-ups now, you cunts. Oh you cunts!
Bark Psychosis 1.
Bark Psychosis 2.
This is part of the reason why I've not had time to write about much other than Embrace and getting pissed on here lately.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089893.post-1090783479911183452004-07-25T20:23:00.000+01:002004-07-25T20:24:39.910+01:00 4 Todd
"Will flash gash for cash."
Go away and get married again, Britney. When come back bring technopop.
NJSSick Mouthynoreply@blogger.com1