Wallop

This must be what god drinks.

I bought myself a blender a few weeks back, because I like fruit smoothies, and this one came with a coffee grinder attatchment, and you can’t beat proper fresh coffee. So, I’ve been enjoying my smoothies, and my fresh coffee, but ever since I bought it, there’s been this recipie I’ve been itching to try. Tonight, I finally got around to making it, because I’m alone in the flat and bored.

Ingredients:

  • 1 and a half scoops of Sainsbury’s Marvelous Mocha Coffee ice cream.
  • A small handful of coarsely ground coffee beans.
  • 3 shots of Baileys.
  • Quarter of a pint of milk.
  • A very small handul of whole coffee beans.

Blend. You should wind up with a pint of pure coffee delight. Fuck all your frappuchino bullshit. This is the way to make a coffee milkshake.

Retro

Running late again, I see. I’ve actually got a few things I’ve been meaning to write about on here for the last while, so I’m not really sure what to talk about. After hearing the tape at Andrea’s place yesterday, I’ve just ordered “The Sound of the Suburbs” from Amazon, and then grabbed the MP3s from a friend who had the CD already. As a result, I’m half indulging in nostalgia, and half re-discovering old friends with a new brain, after having lost my tapes of this stuff years ago. Fab.

False Start

First blog entry on the new toy: a shiny new iMac DVD SE. Current list of things to do:

  • Learn to use this OS X thing properly. What’s the point in having access to a BSD command prompt if you can’t work from it?
  • Get the second monitor running. The damn thing has an extra VGA port exactly so I can do it. So why isn’t it working? Why do I suspect the answer lies within OS X?
  • Get the CD-Rom burner working, so I can burn the few bits of gear I have thus far downloaded to CD, so that I can fuck about formatting and re-formatting the machine.

Cave 1

So, I’ve now had time to listen to “No More Shall We Part” a few times through, I have to say that yes, it’s brilliant. Stand out tracks: “God Is In The House” and the opening “As I Sat Sadly By Her Side”. Beautiful sweeping songs on here, songs about Love and God and Religion, laced with blackness and poison and, just here and there, a vicious black humour.

In other news: I got a free trip on the London Eye yesterday, about which, more later.

Slowly Sorted

I’m knackered. Got the first decent nights sleep I’ve had in ages on Saturday night, though, but have fucked it up by tramping round London, and then getting a bloody rotten night’s sleep on Sunday. But on the upside, this was simply because strange noises kept on waking me up, rather than anything else. My head is becoming as straightened out as it ever gets, which is good.

On another note entirely, you should all me buying “The Ring” on DVD, and “No More Shall We Part” on CD.

A Study In Contradiction

Having week from hell. Brain melted. No longer entirely trusting of own judgement. Have resorted to old stand-bys to re-orient my sanity. Am listening to Tansads, which is always good when I need to de-stress a little. Will spend tonight hidden in bedroom, attempting to do something constructive in order to make myself feel like a worthwhile member of society again.

What does it say about the state of my head that I’m planning to retreat into my room, cutting off all contact with the outside world, in order to feel like a part of society?

Aging

So, that’s my birthday come and gone. Got far too drunk on Saturday night, for which I protest my innocence, and say that vicious people just kept on buying me drinks, and it would have been rude to refuse, wouldn’t it? Mind you, it meant spending Sunday with a stinking hangover all day, so I’ll get my revenge yet, you bastards. Many thrilling gifts recieved, for which I thank all concerned.