Well, this is odd.

Somehow, iTunes is currently playing two songs at the same time.

It’s not the worst mashup I’ve ever head – “Star of the Country Down” by The Pogues and “Donnegal Danny” by the Tossers, but it is a bit unexpected…

Suddenly, I feel the need for some opium of my own…

Here’s a horrifying account of the religious beliefs of children in inner-London schools, which looks to me like an object lesson in how being brought up religious can damage a child’s ability to think.

I find this horrifying, because I honestly don’t know what can be done. I don’t believe that anything is lasting can be achieved by hard-line action, but short of making it illegal to pass on one’s religious beliefs to children, I’m not sure what can be done.

Suddenly, I feel the need for some opium of my own…

Here’s a horrifying account of the religious beliefs of children in inner-London schools, which looks to me like an object lesson in how being brought up religious can damage a child’s ability to think.

I find this horrifying, because I honestly don’t know what can be done. I don’t believe that anything is lasting can be achieved by hard-line action, but short of making it illegal to pass on one’s religious beliefs to children, I’m not sure what can be done.

After Ara

After Ara

A shot in the style of one of my friends, [info]ara_maye. I took this a few months back, and then for some reason, never posted it. I turned it up on Monday night, going through some old shots for inspiration, and lined it up for posting when I got a minute.

And then she went and posted this yesterday.

Spooky!

Aspiration

Spike

I’ve taken more imaginative shots, but I like the way this came out.

In other news, I deeply fucked off with myself. I’ve just gone through a whole card of gig photos to discover that they’re all so noise-saturated that they’re basically unusable. I’m going to take a shot at saving a few of them, but I’m not optimistic.

Points Change

Been meaning to say:

I’ve a stack of photos waiting for me to spend a few hours weeding through them and muttering “They’re all shit! Shit!”, but until I do, I urge you all to go look at [info]ara_maye‘s photos.

Because, you know, they’re a bit good.

I’ll be back later.

Your new listening recommendations:

Pop Comedy: Mr Fab’s endearingly daft “Cannibal Zombie Mom“. The rest of the album Bride of Monster Mashup is a mixed bag, but worth a look. “Satan.Omen.Death” is something quite special, as well, in fact. Someone has managed to make Diamanda Galas work in a mashup with Manowar, something I would not have thought possible…

Drum ‘n’ Bass : Dead Silence.

Retro Radio: From BoingBoing, 31 Old Radio Show Horror Stories.

I was pillaging Emusic earlier…

When I realised that it’s been a long while I listened to Lush. Used to have them on cassette, never got around to getting CDs. All Emusic’ve got is the 2001 “Best Of” album, but it’ll do for right now…

And I’m parked at my desk, bored out of my mind fighting with yet another bloody spreadsheet. Trapped in a fucking New Town on the river between Chelsea and Wandsworth. Autumn has muscled its damp and miserable way in, seemingly overnight. The sky out the window behind me is a dishwater grey, throwing insipid spatters of dirty rain down, the Thames is reflecting it all back like a ribbon of apathy, and all buildings around here are the identikit modern flats they’re throwing up along the riverside.

And yet:

“Let’s run away and be so alive
Escape the drudgery of this nine to five
Shake, baby, shake, you know I can fit you in my arms”

Like Fine Wine

Like Fine Wine

That industrial-music-video decayed look, as caught in the Guiness visitor’s centre in Dublin.

Not a lot to say about this. Talk amongst yourselves.