barrynicolson (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} barrynicolson) wrote,@ 2005-08-12 04:43:00 |
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I Know What I Am...
And I'm a lazy fucking bastard. Since I've updated this thing so much has happened it hardly seems worth talking about anymore. In the past nine months I've managed (against all odds) to graduate from University, met Paul McCartney, puked three times, had my hair cut once, and visited a continent I'd never been to before. Were I to describe it all in detail, I'd not only cure my own insomnia, but everyone else who's reading this at half four in the morning too.
What's spurred me into action? What message can possibly be so important I've broken my LJ silence, like a particularly guilty and weak-willed Franciscan monk, to bring to you? Nothing really, I just can't sleep, and I can't find any valium anywhere. So as I sit here, subjecting myself to the aceness of the new Franz Ferdinand album, and pondering on whether or not to raid my stepdad's craftily-hidden bottle of whiskey downstairs, I find myself willing to talk about only one thing, but I care too much for you, dear LJer's, to subject you to my lengthy diatribe about how Alexander The Great was, like, really brilliant. All I'll say on the subject is that I've started doing something I haven't done since I was studying medieval history in first year uni, and reading history books. I've only just started it, but I can already reccomend Robin Lane Fox's biography of the great man, entitled - handily - Alexander The Great.
Other historical figures I've identified with and/or become infatuated with recently include President Nixon and John D. Rockefeller. I've been attempting to track down Nixon's memoirs, but can't find a major bookshop in Britain that stocks it, and frankly, I couldn't be arsed with the 8-week-waiting-period bullshit Amazon tried to pull on me - doubtless I'd order the fucker, only to fall asleep on the day it was delivered, and have to wait one extra agonizing day to pick it up from the post office. If anyone has a spare copy, I'll take it off your hands for a reasonable price.
In other, less boring news, Franz Ferdinand's new album is absolutely splendid. My favourite tracks, in no particular order, would have to be 'Eleanor, Put Your Boots On', which sounds like something off The White Album, 'Outsiders', which suddenly seems a helluva lot catchier than the last time I heard it in a studio in New York, and 'I'm Your Villain', which has lost the line about there being 'Room at the top in Dennistoun', but still has the coolest riff I've ever heard.
That just about does it. I'm off to sleep.
Bx
And I'm a lazy fucking bastard. Since I've updated this thing so much has happened it hardly seems worth talking about anymore. In the past nine months I've managed (against all odds) to graduate from University, met Paul McCartney, puked three times, had my hair cut once, and visited a continent I'd never been to before. Were I to describe it all in detail, I'd not only cure my own insomnia, but everyone else who's reading this at half four in the morning too.
What's spurred me into action? What message can possibly be so important I've broken my LJ silence, like a particularly guilty and weak-willed Franciscan monk, to bring to you? Nothing really, I just can't sleep, and I can't find any valium anywhere. So as I sit here, subjecting myself to the aceness of the new Franz Ferdinand album, and pondering on whether or not to raid my stepdad's craftily-hidden bottle of whiskey downstairs, I find myself willing to talk about only one thing, but I care too much for you, dear LJer's, to subject you to my lengthy diatribe about how Alexander The Great was, like, really brilliant. All I'll say on the subject is that I've started doing something I haven't done since I was studying medieval history in first year uni, and reading history books. I've only just started it, but I can already reccomend Robin Lane Fox's biography of the great man, entitled - handily - Alexander The Great.
Other historical figures I've identified with and/or become infatuated with recently include President Nixon and John D. Rockefeller. I've been attempting to track down Nixon's memoirs, but can't find a major bookshop in Britain that stocks it, and frankly, I couldn't be arsed with the 8-week-waiting-period bullshit Amazon tried to pull on me - doubtless I'd order the fucker, only to fall asleep on the day it was delivered, and have to wait one extra agonizing day to pick it up from the post office. If anyone has a spare copy, I'll take it off your hands for a reasonable price.
In other, less boring news, Franz Ferdinand's new album is absolutely splendid. My favourite tracks, in no particular order, would have to be 'Eleanor, Put Your Boots On', which sounds like something off The White Album, 'Outsiders', which suddenly seems a helluva lot catchier than the last time I heard it in a studio in New York, and 'I'm Your Villain', which has lost the line about there being 'Room at the top in Dennistoun', but still has the coolest riff I've ever heard.
That just about does it. I'm off to sleep.
Bx
