Listening to Neil Young.
Thinking about deep shit. Thinking a lot about the 90's when things were somehow shite but great as well. Sean Hughes death and all. My mate sent me a video of The Breeders gig last night in Glasgow with all the mobile phones filming it and jumping about to Pixies - Gigantic song. Wished I was there, but somehow glad I wasn't. Fuck mobile phones at gigs man. 90's were class though. Long hair, best American bands ever (fuck the British shite) booze and drugs, shagging like a fucking machine, anything that moved or didn't.
Going to a class later with an annoying cunt with a dreadful sense of humour that is hard to like, but I do, cos I am a good cunt.
Fix the leak coming from my sink.
I was at that gig and there seemed to be a distinct lack of people fannying about with phones for once.