To The End

so i was in the taxi for close to 5 hours and my final destination ended up being about 400yrds from when i was picked up

the taxi was for a gig in blackpool, however when we got there we couldn't find the venue ['winter gardens 2' anybody?], so i let the driver keep searching and fell asleep, a couple of hours later i wake up to the driver telling me we couldn't find it and it got a bit late so we're headed for standish instead.. 'standish' i declare ' you mad food! i can't go there, i have nowhere to sleep there.. my bed is in Preston!'

he sighs and turns off onto a dirt track towards some woods.. for a moment my mind reflects on the potential personal dangers the world has taught me such a move might bring my way, but i quickly reason that i've been asleep in alond in this cab for a couple of hours so if 'that' was gonna happen it would already have

as this drive continued there were points where i found myself strpped to the grill at the front of the taxi [which now resembled the A-Team van] as it took part in a cross country motercycle race.. there were also points where i followed behind on a hover board, taking part in the race myself before we finally approached preston from a road i'd never seen before but flanked by the most beautiful houses and streets i have ever seen whilst having an argument with the driver about his declaration that the only drop off point in preston being the Holdiay inn

dreams are fun

life is less so, of course, to the point where i'm feeling increasingly tempted to do a FilBlog where i actually write down my genuine thoughts and feelings, but as any of you who have ever become close to me only to find themselves pushed away without rhyme or reason can testify to, that is not my style so i'll simply make vague references to my continual day to day disappointments and general turgid existance.. and you'll bloody well like it.. alright?

i'm done with drinking culture.. there must be a better way than organising your mistakes and regrets [which after all is what memories are comprised of] around the bars in town, than paying increasingly attractive girls to give you toxins that make you an increasingly less respectable person, than spending daytimes lacking self-respect and night-times lacking self-restraint, than visiting the most talked about cities in the country, and the world, only to organise your experiences around the bars

not very rock and roll, and certainly at odds with the way i make my living.. 

you know you can learn to fly a helicopter for £250 and hour? that's a whole lot of cash, i reckon it'd be worth it if you could also fly and land aa helicopter in ordinary car parks so it was a practical method of transport... but it's just not... that's a shame really.... then again, seeing as it's taken me now 7 days, and counting, to get round to making a simple phonecall to arrange having my car fixed... i'm perhaps not the right person at this moment in time to be allowed to be in charge of something that can fall from the sky.. so it all works out fair in the end

i irony back in fashion? i can't keep up these days