[	Tags	|	birthentag, joe b!	]
[	Current Location	|	angel court	]
[	mood	|	geeky	]
[	music	|	i only wish i knew...	]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE B!
JOE B!
WOOO!

hope you have a great time in das Kino usw. really wish i was there :( ...especially if you're either going to see james bond or the prestige...gah...wow...
anyway, you have fun, and all you other dudes as well, and i'll see you in a short matter of days...

love hazz

[	Tags	|	blimey guv'nor this better work, chicken sandwich, godzilla, king wenceslas, pragueland, ringo!	]
[	mood	|	sick	]
[	music	|	none, sorry. snore!	]

yup, so, i'm just making my bed, and biding my time till i think of something worthwhile to say to you all. in the meanwhile (or is it meantime?), take a look at my site on ringo... i've added prague photos... 

alternatively, you can email me explaining how useful it is when someone adds links/URLs instead of giving random orders. but hey, it's late. i know i've added pictures and stuff to my lj before, but whenever i add a direct link to another website, it fails on me. i don't know why. and i'm too stubborn/tired to bother with it now... or... okay i'll try once more...

here goes!

i hope that worked for ya! if it didnt, it's not my fault, computers are stupid, not me. okay, anyway, it's been ages since i posted, sorry about that. i guess i should talk about prague a little. it was very fun, even if ickle rhoniepie wasn't there, and i got to spend quality time with my little brother (or at least try.) we went out to take photos one night in Wenceslas Square (yes thats right - the same Wenceslas who famously looked out on the feast of Steven! now why don't you have those kinda feasts anymore, Stee? the ones where people could, like, look out of stuff?) don't know whether my photos came out well, but we'll get his films returned tomorrow. yay! so just wait and see.

(and for serenityems, i saw some jolly nice art you might be interested in. tally-ho.)

so, basically, follow the ringo story to see how it was. v nice, gorgeous buildings, nice river, mediocre weather mostly, not as big or polluted as many other capitals are, but i did feel we stayed for a little too long. our original flight out was cancelled, so we had no choice but to go a day earlier, hence when it came to the last day we had practically run out of things to do. however, as i'm sure mischa_craven will verify, had i been in a choir, it would have been the perfect destination. very inspiring, musically, with plaques of mozart and dvorak everywhere, as well as the obligatory buskers.

and, absolutely NOTHING funny happened all week. it was nearly the most unfunny week of my life. (apart from once - my mum started laughing at how there was a shop called Mango and another called Tango, and started going through the whole alphabet laughing. every time, she prefixed a different letter to "-ango." and it really was not funny at all, but me and alex laughed at her anyways. i guess maybe she just cracked under the whole unfunniness of it all.)

okay, thats a bit harsh, i'm sure maybe one or two decently funny things happened, but... 

and many cute doll things were seen, many an overpriced magnet ogled, and many krona (and hours) spent stopping at Every. Single. Tiny. Chance. Cafe that we stumbled upon, wasting hours just drinkin orange because i really wasnt yet in the mood for pilsner. why!!!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then going to restaurants in the evening with no appetite at all, cause we hadn't even walked that far (not compared to paris, anyhoo) and desperately trying to figure out which was the smallest dish on offer, only to be confronted with a godzilla sized sandwich or the entire contents of a garden stuff inside the entire contents of a large french bakery. ARGH! i mean, it was all gorgeous food, but too much, too much! i felt so guilty (and sick) not being able to eat it all...

apart from the cuisine problems and lack of comedy - on the whole an enjoyable holiday.
i'm gonna start a fresh post, ending this with the immortal advice...

Unless you are a cat, NEVER go into Kafka's Restaurant and ask for a chicken sandwich. You will be very disappointed with what you are given (unless you are a cat, in which case you would have been very pleased, if only the waitress hadnt already stepped on you and shooed you out of the premises without so much as a complimentary mint.)

[	Tags	|	burn the witch, ice cream, josh homme!, politics, punk rock vocals, qotsa, rock n grohl, words with the letter "u" in them	]
[	mood	|	hungry	]
[	music	|	burn the witch - QOTSA!	]

Foo Fighters!!!



woo! amazingly fun day, starting off very early. coach trip wasnt too bad. despite the blazing heat the coach remained fairly cool, and so we sat there anticipating and planning what to do. once in london, it seemed like we had to drive around for aaaaages to actually park up. but hey.
and according to plan, we sat in the shade at hyde park and ate ice creams until time came to go in. unfortunately, that was the end of cheap ice cream as we know it.
 
then off to join the huge queue, which, considering the sheer scale of it all, was a pretty quick queue. nice one! and so we took time to buy a shirt and badges, yay, which was v cool, and i haven't worn the shirt yet, for fear of ruining it... :S but its time will come.

once inside, i was amused to see, amongst the "Pizza" "Burgers" and "Falafels" stands, a sign advertising "Hog Roast." hehe! but it was so hot, we didnt buy a hog, just found a place to sit, and bought some calypso style things that cost like £2! flippin 'eck. but i guess they had a complete monopoly/captive audience in that place, so... dix points for business ethic, nil points for integrity. ah well. mind you, it was very well organised, very clean everywhere. so... they're excused.

around four o'clock, the gig started, with juliette and the licks. all in all they weren't bad, as axeman says, no-one knew their music, so i guess it was difficult to warm the crowd up. having said that, they seemed a fairly quality band, as warm-ups go, and so i was impressed. better than zico chain, for example. :S so they seemed pretty cool.

then angels and airwaves. again, very blink-style, but not overtly copying their style, so i guess tom delonge did achieve his aim of being more serious. having said that, i dont think us brits can handle music intermingled with politics... 

queueing: yes 
words with the letter "u" in them (honor, color, favor, god knows how U2 broke america...): yes
music with politics: no thanks

it's tough, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, so his little speech didnt go down too well. but he meant well, his heart was in the right place, so it's just bad luck for not knowing the cultural difference i guess... must've been harsh. but their music was alright anyway, even if, again, largely unknown.

and then... a band i'd been hoping to see for the last ... ooh three years... Queens Of The Stone Age!
awesome, ever since i listened to nothing but "songs for the deaf" for the whole summer of year 10 - i had veeery long and lonely lunchbreaks during work experience, but QOTSA kept my spirits up! which is weird because, even that album has its downside. but the racing drums and... i guess the best word is... "crooning" melodic guitars make it a great summer album, and they're a really upbeat if cult-like band, so a great summer band in general, i feel. and by cult-like, i don't mean they actually have a cult, just something intrinsically... creepy about em, covered by the thumping bass. i guess its easier to see the creepiness in their videos than to hear it in their songs, although in some songs, like the fantastic Burn The Witch, it's pretty evident in there!

and they played Burn the Witch brilliantly! wow!

i reckon the crowd properly got going during QOTSA, especially the classic No-One Knows, everyone loved that. then sing-along stylee ones, like Little Sister and Go With The Flow (and that one had a particularly cool guitar solo, i reckon), the ones everyone knows off the radio. but fortunately they played some older ones, Monsters In The Parasol etc, which was great. woo! and yes, josh homme dyed his hair. and i have no strong opinions either way. 

but i reckon his voice was preeeeeeeetty good *nods happily* i read on a messageboard somewhere, someone raving about the voice of the lead singer of 'Panic! At The Disco', saying how it was soo original. yeah right. imho there's a lot of people with the same voice as him - the vocal style of boxcar racer/blink 182/fall out boy/bowling for soup is The Definitive Voice Of Modern-Day Punk Rock, and that same sound is found in 'Panic!' however diverse these bands are, they have fairly similar voices... 
...but josh homme! yeah! that fantastic drawl in his voice that makes everything... just... sexy. yup, that's the word...

*goes to eat tea.*

[	Tags	|	deep purple, joe b, music, rowdies, saturday night's alright for fighting	]
[	mood	|	ecstatic	]
[	music	|	since i've been loving you - led zep	]

oooh.

http://www.deep-purple.com/tourdates/

:)

*smiles, and blinks joyfully*

p.s. today i bought 4 cds.

• snow patrol - when it's all over we still have to clear up
• bon jovi - slippery when wet
• AC/DC -  for those about to rock
• led zep - led zeppelin I

which was nice. i also bought some clothes, but who wants to read about that. No-one, that's who. in sheffield, it sounds like it was less busy than chesterfield, according to totally49's lj, but unfortunately there were a lorra lorra rowdies on eccleshall road, and i was driving home. but nothing too bad, so was great. yay.
how's everyone's day been then? (says hazz, defying live journal conventions.) and if the earl of barnsley loves reading our ljs so much, why doncha get one JOE B!? it would be great to see your ramblings in written form...

(we could use lj to revise! study the conventions of lj-ing, eh joe?)

(bet he doesn't read this now)

love and kisses, zaphod 
xxx

(haha, great film... well, it was alright, at least.)

[	Tags	|	dreams	]
[	mood	|	confused	]
[	music	|	none, have you seen the time! blimey!	]

okay, 2nd dream is not as coherent... so maybe bullet points.

• it is dark.
• Me and maidenite, at the top of my road. He heads towards the shops, and I say that I will go home to brush my teeth, for some obscure reason.
• Then, for another obscure reason, I start unloading things from a bag (one of two that i have in my possession) into a small nearby shrub (the ones with red berries) My intention is to use this shrub as a back-pack. Once everything is loaded onto the shrub, i tug at it, hoping i will come loose and i can carry it home, complete with all my belongings strewn all over it. I fail.
• A lady (dressed in white/cream, middle aged, dyed-blonde-as-response-to-mid-life-crisis hair) emerges from the nearby house, saying (as if it was completely normal), "Sorry, i don't think those shrubs work as bags."
• Suddenly, you guys (yes you, and for some reason k-man's li'l sister) are all here, and we're apparently going carol singing. Lady says, "Why don't you come in for a cup of tea, before you set off carolling?" we agree, although k's sister is anxious to leave, desperate to fill her collection box with some money.
• we go in, and are met by the family inside. they have three very large sons and one daughter who disappears. the three sons start sitting on us (not all at once, they're not That big) and soon a fight breaks out.
• i'm vaguely aware that there are middle-aged people in the next room.
• things happen, people fight, k's sister asks if we can go yet, points out it's getting late.
• we decide to leave.
• i thank the parents of the family for their hospitality, apologise for the fight, and we plan to make a speedy exit
• this proves impossible, however, as it seems some people are still fighting, and ruth stands in the kitchen with ellie clutching a somehow injured hand. things are tricky, people exit veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery slowly. also, we all have to exit through a small porch area, which makes things difficult.
• pcek makes an "airline departure lounge" related joke, everybody laughs and feels inclined to move slightly quicker, to avoid any more of his witty yet acerbic remarks.
• we all finally get out, and find ourselves on a field with a small aircraft (biplane, possibly... not sure)
• pcek and im_snuffles run towards a plane, which appears car-like in the interior. i run after them, jumping in the back seat
• some yobbish bald guy who used to go to our school also jumps in, and i wonder why the hell he's here. i'm slightly mad (angry) also, as he shouts "go, go, go!" and confuses pcek, who begins to set off down the runway, unaware that there's still room for more people in the back seats.
• i'm annoyed at being stuck with yob-no-hair guy, and feel angry that he didnt let someone else on instead.
• pcekpilots plane sucessfully, but soon we are in a mini-like vehicle, ascending a Very Steep hill. however i feel that we are still essentially a plane, and i wonder why he decided to drive instead of fly. there is a slow moving vehicle ahead, and one coming towards us, and i wonder whether we will hit the oncoming vehicle, and whether our engine will make it up the hill. it's very steep, did i mention?
• i realise that the music in the car is Deep Purple's Strange Kind Of Woman, and ask  "which album is playing?" (in an effort to distinguish an actual album from their many compilation cds, or possibly to figure out which tracks i could request to play next)
• yob-boy (ooh that's like a... parallelogism?...like "a man a plan a canal panama" or "hannah"... damn what is the word...)
• yob-boy says, in an ignorant manner, "it's by a band called Deep Purple." like i didn't know that. the urge to hit him grows somewhat.
• suddenly, i feel like i'm no longer in the car but underneath it, lying on (steep) dusty ground, clinging on to a few scraps of grass, with one of the wheels resting on my head. i have to climb up the hill to push the car up too, and i feel myself falling backwards down the steep incline (more like a cliff now than a steep hill). i grab desperately at the few blades of grass, and manage to pull myself down to the ground again. obviously, it's difficult to move, and i soon wake up, without having moved the car an inch.

now that's a cliff hanger. (har har har!) what happens next? who knows. probably nothing relevant in any sort of way. i'm off to bed, to see if i dream the next episode tonight.