14 November 2004
Christ stole my DNA
I wish someone would go to Antarctica and look at my blog - it's the only place according to the IPstat counter that hasn't had a single hit (2 from Russia!).
Anyway, we played some jazz the other night. Was very successful for about forty minutes, before some ridiculously posh neighbour came round to complain - 'you've just woken up both my kids with your bloody clarinet playing!'. If you're gonna complain about jazz-noise, you should at least get the instrument right, you pompous bastard. I mean, if you can't play drunken free jazz at 11pm on a Friday night in Stoke Newington (of all places!) what hope is there for all us bohemian wastrels? (which I'm not really, of course, otherwise k-punk would definitely not be friends with me).
Either I have to stop writing about things that actually happen to me (and possibly write a bit more about philosophy, if only to justify my inclusion on other people's blog categories), or I have to stop going out. Am tending to forget that people I know actually read this thing and consequently I have nothing to tell them when we're in the pub. Gah! Ah well, probably should cut down on the going out, what with the new place having about 13 radiators worth of heating to pay for....
Cosmological argument tomorrow! And I have to tell the religious studies kids that god is genetic. This could make the rest of the course a bit redundant.
Anyway, we played some jazz the other night. Was very successful for about forty minutes, before some ridiculously posh neighbour came round to complain - 'you've just woken up both my kids with your bloody clarinet playing!'. If you're gonna complain about jazz-noise, you should at least get the instrument right, you pompous bastard. I mean, if you can't play drunken free jazz at 11pm on a Friday night in Stoke Newington (of all places!) what hope is there for all us bohemian wastrels? (which I'm not really, of course, otherwise k-punk would definitely not be friends with me).
Either I have to stop writing about things that actually happen to me (and possibly write a bit more about philosophy, if only to justify my inclusion on other people's blog categories), or I have to stop going out. Am tending to forget that people I know actually read this thing and consequently I have nothing to tell them when we're in the pub. Gah! Ah well, probably should cut down on the going out, what with the new place having about 13 radiators worth of heating to pay for....
Cosmological argument tomorrow! And I have to tell the religious studies kids that god is genetic. This could make the rest of the course a bit redundant.
