Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Linda Smith

Very sad news. Not much more to say really. She made me laugh, and for that I'll always be thankful.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

I'm scared of the quiet

My computer is doing a Garfield and going all silent on me. Or rather, my new computer is so quiet that I actually feel uneasy in my own room. I can't hear a thing from it. Not anything at all. This is good, everyone will tell me, except for the fact that the constant hum was comforting in every way, like a cat's purr.

Cats are great. I went home to watch the rugby today...

(Let me take this opportunity to say how boring the England Scotland game was - a bit tense perhaps, but the conditions didn't favour running rugby so I got bored, but I'm sure that's the Welshman in me. England played like a load of confuised rabbits when they were sure the headlights would stop if they stared long enough. Up and up the middle they went, as if Scotland didn't realise they had a dodgy tackling outside half. Dan Parks never had to make a tackle on his own, he always had one of the back row on his shoulder, but again and again Tindall and Noon would target him, presumably because that was the game plan. Well meaning and sheep-like that the English back line are.)

... and the cats made me feel so happy. The stress of the world left me the moment one jumped on my knee. Awesome creatures.

My computer actually seems to be looking at me with distaste. I think it might be a bit cool for me. I hope I haven't bought a rah computer...

Thursday, February 23, 2006


Occassionally funny, often odd. I like the idea of silent Garfield.

Friday, February 17, 2006

That I might drink and leave the world unseen

Walking around Oxford tonight made me grimace. People are so fucking horrid; I saw two fights, saw one person being sick and another sitting crying in the gutter. I was also asked what I was looking at, while I was texting someone, by some gormless tit in a suit. Who smirked at me. I heard myself tell him to fuck off, and then hated myself for it. With that comment I felt myself slipping into a putrid quicksand. Half of these people I saw were wearing black-tie, as if that suddenly made their absurd drunkeness and inability to act in a civil, or at the very least self-contained, manner classy.

Now, I am not one to ignore a pint if it is put on the table beside me (although I did today actually - beer in the Lamb and Flag has gone downhill) and I get drunk quite a bit, and I get into silly debates with people over nothing much when I am drunk, but I always attempt to retain an aura of self-respect. I always try to remember that deep down I am human and everyone around me is human and I try to behave accordingly. I hope and pray I am nothing like the people I saw tonight.

Drinking is about sociability and inter-personal relations; it is not about breaking down barriers to such an extent that there are no barriers, no parameters of decent behaviour left, no guidelines about what is acceptable, nothing left. It's all been broken down, and there's nothing more to break. Oh, apart from that bloke's face.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Halfway house

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest,
In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast

or possibly even, in doubt to find himself in Cambridge, Oxford or Bedford. Not that that scans. This week has been a tale of being halfway between the places I want to be. It has been the week of the bus, and a horror because of it. Today will be the first day of the week on which I'm going to be in the same town all day and for this I am extremely grateful.

It has been an academic halfway house too - have found lots of useful stuff on a small bit of my period, but everything seem very quiet for the other bit, which is frustrating. I can bore you all in even greater detail about the wonders of Bedford now, so watch out!

Finally, does anyone who knows me fancy a game of internet Diplomacy starting in the not too distant future? I have 6 players, but need a 7th. Let me know.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

I need ... the great unknown?

I'm going to Bedford tomorrow - very early indeed. This is history on the front line. This is, as they say, it. What if I fail? What if the history just doesn't work; unlike inthe Bod, there's no comforting room 5 mins walk away from it, there are no comforting people to have tea with. There's no lunch club, there's no, well there's just Bedford. The only thing that's making me feel good is that unlike going home to an empty room, I'll head back and find Sarah :o) This is good. But in order to make the whole thing a success:

I need to buy a pencil.

I need to have some ideas.

I need to know what I'm looking for.

I need to know how to get a Goldrider ticket.

I need to know how I'm going to eat on Wednesday and Thursday when I have to travel across the country and back in a day to listen to some (probably horrid) music.

I need to have finsihed tomorrow with everything sorted and the rest of the week spreading out before me like a lovely week of investigation and exploration.

I need tomorrow to have happened rather than about to happen.

I need my stomach to stop complaining daily, despite my new health drive.

I need to be in Friday night's gig again, and listening to The Evenings at their supa-dupa best.

I need to be able to feel enthusiastic about things.

I need: a hug.

Friday, February 03, 2006


I seem to find out so much gossip at gigs. Anyway, this bit was about me. Looky here for what fellow gig goer Russ thinks of my future. If you can't be bothered to click on the link and find the relevant bit, here it is:

"3 - On Stephen Fry related news, I've realised how much young Dan Mitchell is going to turn into Mr Fry. Which can only be a good thing as you know."

Bah is what I say. Stephen Fry eh? Actually, lots of worse people to be. But don't understand the comparison. Perhaps someone can enlighten me. Or perhaps Russ himself, who I believe reads this, could explain... :o)

Music - The Evenings and nothing but The Evenings forever more.

Planes on the roof

Wow. What a gig. Full report when I have calmed down. Shame they didn't play more songs.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I don't wanna hang around with you, don't wanna see you burn, I don't wanna see you turn blue, I wanna see the sun

Been listening to Primal Scream all night. They be very very wicked. Vanishing Point pisses on Screamadelica and XTMNTR. It has the best of both. And Muse nicked their bass-line from one of their big hits (Syndrome something? Or whatever it was) from "Get Duffy". But obviously it's better in Primal Scream.

Have exciting present to give to someone tomorrow - if someone gave me a similar thing, I'd be excited. Will reveal all tomorrow. (That's not the present.)

Golf. So golf was interesteing. Oh yes indeed. And cold. When it started snowing as we walked down the 10th, I fel a little silly. Anyway, I played ok. Got two pars and 3 or 4 1 over par. Not bad. Went round in 111, but it was my first round for almost 7 years. So I forgive myself, a little. I was only 6 shots off Dave as well, who is obviously a better player but had a bit of a nightmare game, so was pleased with that. I had a couple of puts for birdie too, which shows it could have been even better.

Armando. Went to see his lecture. Funny man. Agreed with bits. Thought he was uber-wrong in other bits. Also thought there was a certain amount of truism trotting - general argument of the lecture seemed to be: make a show in the best way to make that particular show. What a genius he is.

That'll do. Sorry about the long absences.I work hard oyu know.