Bank Holidays

What's the big deal with them? Everythings closed, everyone is hungover, you can't go out in the evening or get drunk because you've got work the next day.

There's nothing on tele anymore, I'm hungover and i'm sleepy. It's my last day off before back at work and i'm tired but I don't want to go to bed cause it may be seen that i've wasted the day.

Yours, Larry David

So things happen

the past few days, things have happened. It's all been a big experience for me. Back in Leeds where the cool people go, driving under the depths of the heat of Leeds at Midnight, listening to Iggy Pop, windows down, dAnCiNg like an overweight Jim Morrison.

ahhhh well. BIG exhale. or was it a sigh? I'm not sure, ask a doctor. maybe I should check that out now.

it's raining outside but a blue sky overhead. could be a trick of the eye...oh no...it's coming through the window.

Look, i'm sorry it's been a while Baby. Have you missed me? You waited didn't you?

Aside >>she did she did!

So Leeds, yes yes alright guv'nor, guv'noress!

So I saw people I had not seen for a while. A return to my old uni which was surreal as half of it had been knocked down. We went to Asda to prepare for Leeds Fest. Two of the girls were going, I used to go out with one. The other, her boyfriend was her boyfriend at the time I used to see t'other one. Make sense sense make? It was weird...like old times. She's going out with someone different now...I got the spare room. It was cold and lonely. Her old room actually. Last time I slept there....sob sob. Boo hoo. In the past. Sigh.

Sat in the wetherspoons at Leeds Train station yesterday morning. I left their house in the dead of the morning, 9am. The house was still asleep. I waited, leaning against a cold wall outside, leather bag in tow, sucking on a lollipop. Mohammad Afzul...the name of the taxi driver. a really kind chap, we had a laugh...only cost me £7.

Then I wrote this...

Sleeping bags tied to packed rucks,
straps scraping against brand new green wellies.

Plastic bags out the back, pans tied to belts
bulging wallets about to be stolen
phones soon to be broken.

Sun hate, sun glasses, cute asses,
strapless tops
drainpipe jeans
lucky connies
muscles out of short checked shirts.

These are the festival goers,
whores to Kings of Leon, pendulum (i liked them before they were famous),
ting tings wallahs,
arctic monkeys junkies

Coca cola bottles with 3/4 vodka,
Rizla, bakky and other more criminal
accoutrement.

Hundreds of bags piled high
everyone buzzin
smokin
huggin

Eyes aloft, sunny day
rain expected Sat'day
Sun day on Sunday
sad day on monday
back to work on tuesday
lookin forward to wkend Friday.
Do it again

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So that was an interesting few days. Back at work next week...can't wait for it!

Now watch this drive...

We've all heard those lines before. They came just after 9/11, or around that time. However they could have come at ANY time during Bush's Premiership. Bush never stopped going on about the WAR ON TERROR but he failed to realise the hypocrisy in what he was saying, as his armies slaughtered thousands across the world, treating people in his terrorist prisons like rats and held on to the biggest nuclear stockpile in the world. Now THAT'S terrible.

But, I digress. Yesterday I was reading the Guardian Newspaper and found a number of fitting tributes to the long standing senator, Ted Kennedy of the Kennedy political dynasty. The tributes were headed, and rightly so, by President Obama. Then came Tony Blair, Nancy Reagan, George Bush Sr, other US politicians. But nowhere could I bush Wubbleya. I was a bit surprised. Then I saw this video and remembered he wasn't serious about politics...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WMnI6kGXOQ