Land of Milk and Honey

a day of laying around watching the various documentary channels is a good way to spend sunday.... plus i'm quite pleased to have watched a documentary on the crusades [human beings, it turns out, have always been absolute dicks.. but i guess we already knew that] on the same day i'll be watching a couple of episodes of 24.. nice book ends to the afternoon

also, the best thing in the world to do with an afternoon of dedicated nothingness is to look at moving pictures of marine life while david attenborough talks.. it's like aa desert of relaxation only punctuated by mild explosions in your brain as it cries 'that's pretty mental'

i haven't blogged in a while, largely because i've had nothing to say.. a theme, it seems for russell in 2007, always a fan of the 'if you've nothing worth saying keep your bastard mouth shut you boring twonk' philosophy i've always been more of a 'replier' than a 'stimulator' conversationally but i'be usually managed find either one topic of mutual interest with a person or at least a phrase colourful enough to raise a titter.. but this year it seems my mind brain is less concerned with aiding my social interaction and more involved in.. well.. bugger all really, bastard lazy grey matter i'm gonna poke it with sticks

but yeah, the lack of words to say is a problem, because there's only so much time you can spend with people not saying much before they run out of things to say to you too and from their it's a fast slippery slope to spending 4 days & nights sitting around in a blackened room eating curry in soiled pants, not sleeping and planning the slaughter of a group of people you've singled out for no oher reason than the fact they've smiled in your direction recently.. y'know.. for shits and giggles.. or because god is telling you to do it, and to do it while wearing bermuda shorts and a pair of comedy glasses & nose things

anyway

i haven't blogged.. but i have done shit... well 'a' shit if you pardon the expression.. i went to 'our nations capital'.. we played a gig.. influential people came to watch.. it was ok.. fun even.. adventures were had.. food was eaten - [oh the glorious food.. 'can i have a MEAT sandwhich please sir.. and incase that isn't enough MEAT.. can you sprinkle some MEAT in my beans too?".. and i managed to grab a few hours of time with my number 1 myspace friend [i'm so 21st century].. but that's my pleasure, not yours.. then it all went a little.. mmm... i think the locals tem is 'pete tong'

due to a combination of poor planning, lack of local transport and geographical knowledge and.. well.. intelligence... at Midnight on a Friday night in London i found myself alone, whilst my two companions were many miles away, un a part of london they didn't know, 12hours drunk, with no transport and trying to find their way to me. This left me with 2 hours with very little to do but wander around central london and soho... it started ok, i found a man to sell me a waffle... it wasn't a great waffle and a made a mess of eating it.. to the point a young woman walked past me.. pointed.. laughed and shouted 'chocolate face!'.. now whilst i did find the amusing it dealt quite a blow to me self esteem and my lust for a mirror and running water overcame me.. if this meant having to buy burger and chips in burger king.. well that would be a cross i had to bear [bare?]... then i witness a strange phenomenan that i have imaginatively titled 'the arrival of the tube workers' where by dozens of such men in high visibility jackets arrived and hung around under a giant statue of freddie mercury for up to 90minutes whilst they waited to be allowed into the tunnels under london city to do.. well..whatever it is large groups of men do a mile or so under the capital of england at night. i also witnessed what i believe is 'the most polite mugging in the world'...; 'there's no point mate, i lost my wallet', 'no it's ok, it's here somewhere' *rifles through pockets'.. bless those cheeky cockneys.

other than all that.. as capital cities go.. londons pretty dissapointing.. all very big and flash.. but pretty regimented and very expensive.. and not altogether the most beautiful of cities... of course i will give it more chances.. but for now.. i'm sticking north of hadrians wall for my big city fun times.

that's all i have to say about that.

oh yeah.. for valentines.. send me white roses not red... i have mixed feelings about the red.

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