things what I writ

power vol

just two places to stick it and the other is off so just in the one and then presto it’s five times one and while they’re falling over eastern europe I’m clicking it this way until the standby is tacked to your chest and everything sprouts christmas polyps in the windows of children with their african art and always open curtains when it’s time for the revolution you’ll be stuck in waitrose but here is where the fimo cats are feral and the headhunters are made of clay so just pop on the webcam and you’ll see it’s true. I’ve disappeared under a pile of tissue.

genesis 21:30

well, they better be good. I’ve not been to a stadium since I was employed as a not-so-very burly security person at the sheffield arena when paul simon played the most intolerably boring 2 hours of music I’ve ever had the displeasure to have my back turned to helping old people to the toilet and trying to work out just why the sound in that place was so bad and it’s clear it’s because it was built to house students playing ice hockey and gymnastics and not dire straits who for some reason I also found myself sitting watching at some point wondering why I couldn’t hear what they were playing even though obviously we were in the same room it’s just a huge room made of metal with the worst acoustics outside the lower common room with 15000 people thinking the same thing.

last time I witnessed this lot was 24 years ago with peter gabriel when I still wore lumberjack shirts with the arms and collars cut off and had sticky-up hair although in this case at was raining for 17 hours and so all I really had was a mouthful of boots hairspray and a bootful of milton keynes finest mud from the lip of the bowl where 40 somethings were murmuring supper’s ready under their breath who will now be 60 or 70 somethings doing the same but wondering whether all those seats on the pitch make the grass too flat for rugby and where’s the not-so-burly security guard when you need the toilet.

I’m not sure whether there’ll be six of the best or just 3 of the best with all those session musicians wheeled out again but please make sure you don’t cock up anything from the lamb lies down on broadway and consider closing with los endos. in fact, if you just do the whole of seconds out I’ll be happy but maybe leave out that wind and wuthering nonsense and put in the other bits from the first live album and don’t bother with anything after duke. I bet twickenham section 21 row 30 is behind a lighting rig and I won’t see anything anyway. I’ll probably be sitting through cinema show wondering about the traffic on the way home. slap me if you see that happening.

And he said, These seven ewe lambs shalt thou take of my hand, that it may be a witness unto me, that I have digged this well. it was more like And I said, Fleece me of my one hundred and thirty seven new pounds, that I may be a witness of the reunion, that I shall dig, man, but it’s close.

don’t I know you?

oh, no. it’s just that for a moment I thought that you might be one of those people who used to wear overcoats in summer and loiter around a wall in town just frowning under your fringe and then spending 3 hours in the underground cafe with one cup of coffee and 15 likeminded other overcoat wearing pointy boot wearing black and white wearing teenage smoker smelling angst-ridden sticky-up-hair protecting youths just waiting for something to happen which never does in this town right so lets go to Jarrolds and sit in there for another 3 hours because you get 2 cups for the price of one there and no I’m not hot shutup anyway what’s that on your shirt that’s rubbish eyeless in gaza hahaha I’m going to Andy’s to see if I can find anything in the right place what are you doing tonight I’m up the Murderers int it.

I’d still do that if I could but I don’t have the hair anymore and anyway everyone does it now but when we did it there was only like about 5 of us and everyone knew who we were not like all these emos outside the forum etc…

red hair deck shoes

shoulders up against the wind and a nifty collar zipped up to the chin unaware of the news she steps into the leafy quagmire to sidestep a few of the less I know but the even less I understand and it’s probably off to BHS for a new scarf because that one she got from melanie got dropped over the lip of the shropshire union canal when the jag was going through a dry patch with the hoodies and the bicycle frames of the afterlife that are chained to the residents spaces at the clough end of the flaming lips.

if you can read this you’re too close

shouldn’t have done that

I only meant I needed to do it for my own benefit. not yours. don’t stick it on your roadmap and don’t mention it in the forward qx planning meeting for the program so that it gets stuck in the collabspace and nailed to an egg for christmas. it’ll end in tears. I can only support one bucket at a time and I’ll drop my bag of spanners if we start talking about personal services. blimey o’reilly.

black hole network game

I mean, with a dvd drive that spins up like a massey ferguson you’d be delighted if there was an option where if you wanted 5 minute mindless trashing and bombing while VPN was trying to work out where in the world you are that meant you didn’t have to spend about the same amount of time digging around underneath 4 miles of ethernet cable and vga switches just to dig out the box that you got the thing in over a year ago so of course it’s not actually in the box but in another box because you put it in that box when you took it out last time to put the other one in and you couldn’t be bothered to find the real box which is buried under a pile of magazine front cover discs that you cluttered up your machine with and could never uninstall just to work out that the one you thought would be rubbish was in fact rubbish and blimey those flight simulators run slow even on your system and even when you do find it it’s gone dark outside and the children are in bed so the last thing you want is to fire up a tractor in the next room but hey, how else are they gonna know whether you’ve actually paid 29.99 for it or just gone down the market and knocked 3 times on the underside of the counter to get a ‘special’ cheap copy without checking some cd key on the disc itself as you create a vortex in the home office and cars and cows and all sorts are being sucked into the funnel as the whirring reaches a crescendo of logos and intros until finally the game starts by which time you’ve fallen asleep with your head on a pentel roller ball and you’ll jolt awake in 2 hours with an indentation on your forehead that takes 2 weeks to completely disappear but that’s alright because you tell people you were hit by a cyclist who was robbing a bank therefore preventing a crime and everybody feels it was worth it then and has a story to tell next time they go to the workshop.

the option is, of course, is to get those games online so that there are no dvds involved. it’s very simple. all that happens now is that when you start the game some other spurious process will kick off locking your system for a couple of minutes as it tries to remember who you are and where your master server is and then every time you run it it completely overwrites itself with a new version of itself that is has to download over itself and install back in the original place it likes to install itself not the place you’d prefer it to and actually if it wants to create a start menu item all over again it will thank you and by then you’re thinking it’s probably not worth it but it’s hung waiting to contact it’s uber server before it can even tell you you’re allowed to play the game you brought from it and oh look its a new version of itself so you might just need to take a few minutes to remind it who you are and oops the game has suddenly started at the same time so everything has disappeared and been replaced by a screen waiting for you to tell it who you are before it hangs waiting for the other thing to tell it whether that’s true except neither of them can actually validate that yet and so eventually one of them will give up and blurt some half-baked error screen with 24 point times roman which just says maybe everything’s not working right now so maybe try in a minute which was all you had so it’s too late and then everything will quit but there’ll be a flashing orange item on your taskbar which looks like it might actually be useful as it seems to come from the company who’s lead you down this path so let’s have a look and see but oh, it’s an advert for something else I’m not remotely interested in.

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