Friday music thing

It's back, you lucky fuckers!!!

Okay, crap one this week, but I promise next week's will be a corker. I've got it all in mind and everything and there's a prize for every reader!!

But that's next week.


This week, Fantasy Bands...

What is your fantasy band line-up? Pick your formation! Have anyone you like! It's all up to you! I haven't quite decided mine yet, but it definitely features Jimmy Page and Kevin Shields on guitars, the Polyphonic Spree chorus and maybe two drummers.

Bear in mind here, that this isn't like your Daily Redtop Fantasy Football bollocks. Oh no. You need to give thought not only to the expertise of each member in their field, but also the blending of styles and personalities involved. Tell me how it all works.

Over to you.

During June, I posted this:

"Two goodbyes

You said - I'm going to stay with him. I've made a commitment. It's not fair to leave him.
I said - I think you're making a mistake. I think this is all wrong. I think you want to be with me.
You said - I'm sorry.

I walked you to the Tube station. It was a beautiful night. We linked arms - our footsteps synchronised.

We stopped walking when we stepped onto the escalator. We traveled downwards in silence. There was a busker playing a violin. I watched the nape of your neck.

On the platform I felt a panic rising. I was about to lose something that I could ever get back. I looked at the departure board hanging over me. I had one minute of you left.

We chatted. About nothing. Without eye contact. Without touching. We filled dead air. Your train arrived soon enough.

We stepped towards each other, a goodbye hug. That was when you kissed me, and I kissed you. We didn't stop, your train left without you. So did the next one.

You leaned back from me and looked into my eyes. I met your gaze and brushed the hair from your face.

You said - It's not fair to leave him. I've made a commitment.
I said - I think you're making a mistake.
You said - I'm sorry.

You took the third train. I took the escalator back up. The violinist had gone."

On Thursday, she called me. I hadn't heard her voice in over three months. She wanted to meet up for a drink - we went out last night. There is no him anymore. I don't know what to think and I have no idea what, if anything, will happen, but I'll keep you posted. There was a spark again, of that I'm sure. It was lovely.

Ephemera
Nominated blog post tiles will continue from tomorrow. If anybody wants to suggest any more, feel free. At the rate I'm going, I should be finished some time around Christmas...

After being inundated with requests (well, JonnyB asked me about it in passing over a drink), this Friday will see the return of the Friday music question. Be excited.

I've fiddled around with the layout again here. If it looks like a horse's arse on your browser, let me know. I'm not sure what I'll do about it if that's the case, but at least I'll be able to sympathise.

Some very quick, late-for-work, Warhol-inspired whimsy to while away the day today...

I have god on the phone for you. Wants to talk. You can ask god one thing, and you can tell god one thing. What are those things?

Somebody I don't know scored 9/10 this evening on Sunday's quiz.

Which is intriguing.

Miffy?

This is a pretty substandard bit of posting, I can assure you. If I were you, I'd just walk away and leave this one.

I did a poo and it looked like you suggested (not surprisingly) by Fluffy Sexy Minx...

I did a poo and it looked you,
I see you staring from my loo,
You look at me, I look at you,
We're smiling.

We can sit and have a chat,
Discuss the pros and cons of scat,
My jolly, friendly human pat,
Together.

There's something now I should admit,
I think you're really very fit,
Particularly when you're shaped from shit,
You're lovely.

My life has changed, my soul does sing,
Since I produced you from my ring,
You lovely, sticky, smelly thing,
I adore you.

But all good things must one day end,
And as you're now lodged in my bend,
The tears well up, my heart does rend,
I'm flushing.

Mememememememememememememe

I found this here.

Then I saw it again here.

And now it is here. Please take my quiz and then check out the scoreboard...

Inside Out suggested by Unlucky Man.

When someone tells you nothing about themself, that's nothing. Nothing comes of nothing.

When someone tells you something about themself, that's conversation.

When someone tells you something important about themself, that's getting to know each other.

When someone tells you something secret about themself, that's confidence.

When someone tells you something fundamental about themself because they want you to know it, because it explains a few things and because they want you to understand them, that's something else. When someone gives you that glimpse into themself, right into what it means to be them and, briefly, they let the inside out, that's friendship. And it means something. Keep your eye out for that.

My boyfriend's back and he's gonna kick your assssss
Hey-la, ley-la, my boyfriend's back

You might sing. Were you my girlfriend. Or Alice Donut.

Anyway, my PC (for my PC read my housemates PC) is working again, so I'll be posting and commenting and doing all manner of blog-type things again. Next thing next will be 'Inside Out', suggested by Unlucky Man. That will be tomorrow.

Oh yes - look at the time. I woke up on a bus at Blackhorse Road Station about an hour ago and I've had to walk home. I'm a little drunk.

No PC, no PC, no PC. Internet cafe not so comfy as home.

Inexorably, we continue...

There ain't no pleasin' you suggested by JonnyB

There ain't no pleasin' you.

I think that pretty much sums up my relationship with both of my parents down the years. I think it's reciprocal.

I'm allowed to say this today, because it's not my Dad's birthday until tomorrow.

Happy Birthday for tomorrow, Dad.

Okay, my PC is fooked at home, so I'm posting this from an internet cafe.

Which is a bit of a pain in the arse.

There are few hopes that fooked PC will become unfooked anytime soon, so this may have to continue.

Mandy, I know I'm supposed to have your meme questions to you and I'm sorry I've been lax. Bit difficult without proper e-mail. Very, very soon, I promise big-time.

Anyway, where were we?

Oh yes...

A Bird in the Hand suggested by Ms Jones

I've been wandering for some time, almost blind now in the fast-fading light. I lost everybody else a while ago. I don't know where I am and I don't know where I'm going.

I'd been walking with a group of old school friends. I'd been lagging behind everyone else, looking at the trees and the flowers, trying to spot rabbits and birds. I'd had a bit of a sit down and a smoke, telling my friends to, "just go on, I'll catch you up in a bit." The sun was beating down and I was warm and relaxed. Unsurprisingly, I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, it was dusk - the night was beginning to settle in. I'd been asleep for a good few hours. It occurred to me that my friends had, by now, made it all the way back to base camp, whereas I still had a long way to go. Probably.

I say 'probably', because, soon after realising that I was completely on my own, it dawned on me that I didn't have a map. Nobody had left one for me and I hadn't thought to pick one up when leaving the camp this morning.

I don't know where I am and I don't know where I'm going. I'm still in the forest. It's very, very dark now, and with the heavy cloud overhead, I don't have a clue which way I'm facing. Not that it matters - I don't know which way I'm supposed to go anyway.

I think I'm starting to panic. I don't know where I am and I don't know where I'm going. I'm going to sit down here and just wait it out. I can barely see anything. I can't see the point in walking in any direction. I wouldn't see where I was going. If I set off walking I could fall over. I could hurt myself. I could break a leg and die out here. I could walk for miles in the wrong direction, and only realise I was going the wrong way when it was too late to change direction, when there was no turning back. I don't know where I am and I don't know where I'm going.

So I'm staying here. I'm sitting down and I'm staying here. If I stay here, maybe someone will find me. Maybe someone will find me and show me which way I should be going.