Early Sunday.

A new day, a new look for the blog. Ish.

It's come to my attention that in the below picture, as taken by the lovely Joe, I may look as though I have been indulging in a little self-mutilation. Not so. I'm still not one hundred per cent sure why or how I woke up on Saturday with my arm looking like it'd been rubbed up on a cheese grater.
My best guess is that on the short cut that we tried to take home from the Queenshilling I did it on the brambles. The "short cut" in question was up the side of a car park out back of the Carling Academy. It was Joe's idea anyhow.

I'm kind of bummed out because I kicked the job at the Elbow Rooms already. It was decent money. However, I just can't bring myself to walk up and down Park Street all night - Saturday nights too, of all nights - handing fucking coupons to people. I feel quite guilty about this, as I always ridicule other people when they'd complain about menial jobs - "Oh, at least you've got a job, et cetera."
I gave it up for good reason though; there were ladyboys to be accosted that night and accosted they certainly were. What the frickin' frack happened to that secret Foals/CSS thing that was meant to be happening? Was that even real? Did I make it up? Answers on a postcard to the usual address. Anyway, I'm going to do another proper photo post soon, there'll be the photos of the ladyboys in there.
Speaking of things I'm meant to do but am not doing, I have several things lined up for this blog. Watch this space.

So Darren and I went for lunch at Kino and were throwing around the idea of writing a 'zine together, you know, for shiggles.

Him: So, you can do the drawing. I suck at drawing.
Me: Yeah, all right then.
Him: You should probably do the writing too.

We don't know what to make it about. I kick myself daily for not thinking up Found Magazine first.