As of the Monday previous I no longer live at what I thought was the centre of the universe (Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow) and have now moved on up to the trendy West End. Initially I was freaked by the fact that this place is actually quiet and that I could finally bin the earplugs. Another benfit is that I now have a totally continental mix of flatmates with not even a sniff of any Irish, thank god and am now living in a proper tenement. There is the drawback of having probably the worst carpet created by man (as surely a woman couldn’t create such a thing). It’s minging, brown and psychedelic.
While I’m on the topic of accomodation and with T in the Park just around the corner does anyone have space for a drunken weegie in their tent?
{ 02 07 2003 }
02-Jul-03 at 5:51 pm | Permalink
T in P > I can’t get weekend tickets for love nor money* ticketmaster have sold out of them. My own fault for leaving it so late. Looks like it might be a Saturday job instead :/
*Did however, get yeah yeah yeah’s album, and a darling little wraparound, patterned, sorta lightweight, sorta see thru top. Softened the blow..
02-Jul-03 at 7:01 pm | Permalink
i can’t find a picture of Bell looky likey MICHAEL REDGRAVE except this one: http://www.tmaw.co.uk/michaelr.html (can’t post pic as it’s java) If anyone wants to have a laugh at a bloke from the olden days who looks like Bell, portraying a psychotic ventriloquist, they can borrow “Dead of Night” off me.
03-Jul-03 at 9:29 am | Permalink
No idea where the Michael Redgrave thing comes from but here is a pretty decent picture of the boy.
03-Jul-03 at 3:23 pm | Permalink
omg!! HAAARRRR!!
..Well at least your mates don’t think you look like that mess on legs from eastenders, Air..
03-Jul-03 at 5:37 pm | Permalink
Hi Rosy! Cheers for finally clearing that up. An unconventional resemblance there, rather than the uncanny identikit you can get by crossing Ed with Lard.
Look at the forehead on that ‘enders girl, ha. Uncanny really.
04-Jul-03 at 4:48 pm | Permalink
the resemblance is closer if you wait until aaron is half-cut and sleep-deprived with his hand up a little man’s bum. or maybe i dreamed that night.