Wednesday, May 28, 2008

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Kids Are Alright

I've lost count of the number of nights I've sat here thinking of something interesting to write, It's taken me nearly a month of thinking and sleeping just so I could compose my thoughts enough to even write more then half a page. I don't think I'm a natural, or if I am then it's very latent, or doesn't exist at all.

I'm very pleased to say that I haven't crashed any more canal boats. I haven't been near a boat really since that incident and I never plan to again. Quite frankly, I think boats are rubbish. But I digress. I often think of the things I'm scared of. I have an unnatural fear of our eight legged friends and a slightly irrational fear of standing at the edge of the platform on the underground, but really, the one thing I fear most is at about 40 I think I'm going to go through some sort of emotional and mental breakdown, followed by months of expensive counselling. Why? Read on...

When I was 14, my dad was going through what he has self titled a 'funny turn'. He drove faster and started hanging about with lots of antipodeans. He also got his ear pierced which I unfortunately had to witness on one of the weekends he looked after me. A middle aged bloke, your Father no less getting an earring is pretty strange for a young kid to take in.
Dad's are meant to be dad's, not born again ravers. It had a really annoying little ball on it as well.

Then he dragged me over to some house one boxing day, Dinner, hang about, go home. Or so I thought. The people at this dinner were at least ten years younger then he was, it was the first time I'd seen someone do a line of cocaine. Fucked up. I was sitting in the living room away from the madness at the table when some vile Kiwi walked over 'Got any Morcheeba?Yeah? '. The way she was dancing, almost like she was having sex with herself in slow motion. I couldn't wait to leave.

The worst part of the above, was that I think I could see these people laughing at my dad behind his back. I really wanted to tell him to stop being such a fass. But in another more twisted way, I kind of wanted him to carry on and find out the hard way.
In between all this I ended up living with him. Fuck me, although moving out at 18 has pretty much indebted me until the age of about 25, it was the greatest move I ever made.

To get to the point of the subject my biggest fear is not being kicked to death by scallies walking home, or being attacked by midgets or arachnids, it's getting to that age and finding out that I have become him without realising.
Bollocks to the kids, I think the adults need Counsellors.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Out to Sea

"Come back." She thought as the sound of an unanswered call ended abruptly, transforming the harsh ring into the lifeless impersonation of a human voice. "You have reached the mail box of..." He was gone; useless as a friend, and eventually, as a person. He was riding an introverted wave. She imagined him as a shipwrecked sailor on the island of Sirenum scopuli, rotting away as he lay hypnotized by the inescapable song of the Sirens. Soon enough the song would end and so would he.


Friday, May 2, 2008

Breathe

Must remember to:

breathe in, breathe out.
think before you speak.