Saturday, 31 October 2009

This Town Ain't Big Enough For The One Of Me

God, I love Belfast, there is so little I don't like about it, if you took away the scumbags and political nutcases it'd be perfect! But everything is getting a little samey, Monday night pub quiz, Friday night Blackout/Gigantic, Saturday night Laverys, Sunday night No Dancing. and repeat...
It's great because parties are always mega, and the banter is class, but it's just the same places I think. There's a handful of decent venues despite the fact theres an above average number of kick ass bands to play in them, so we end up in the same places night after night. I think I'm going to need to run away and go on another adventure soon, I need a change of scenery and a little escape! Then I'll come back because there's nowhere in the world I'll ever love more than Belfast (ha, city-proud uch emma?!)

A free house, a sound-system and a fridge full of beer;
I've known how this story ends for a good few years.
The night lays out before my eyes, there's no new faces, no surprises.
This town is growing old with me, so I'm making a move.

Everybody round here's been out with everybody else,
Which makes talking to girls hazardous to my health.
They've been in this genepool so long they've got wrinkled toes;
I don't want all her exes to be people I know.
There's millions more fish in the sea, so I'm making a move.

I'm bored of this town, bored of this scene, bored of these people, yeah.
I'm bored of this town, bored of this scene, bored of these people, yeah.
I'm an expert at pretending that everything is OK,
But I'm just a kid and it seems as if I've signed my life away.
I need to get out and see what the rest of the world is about.
This town ain't big enough for the one of me, I'm making a move.

Every guy with long hair round here is a star,
According to his girlfriend and the way that he holds his guitar.
If anyone gets out they stick in the knife, I don't want to get stuck here for the rest of my life.
I'm sick of these fuckers, I'm moving on.

I still want to be buried here, just like I said,
but I'd prefer it if you'd wait until I'm actually dead.
It's easy to get caught inside a town that seems to have a hive-mind,
But I'm packing up and moving on,
When I move out from my parents' house I'm gone, yeah fuck you guys I'm gone.

This town ain't big enough for the one of me,
So why don't you get from in front of me?
We're all going to move to london anyway, so I'll see you in town.

Thursday, 29 October 2009


Why hello!
It's nearly hallowe'en ooOOOooooo!! Can't wait, I'm going to nana and papas for old school hallowe'en partying, then up west for Sarah's getting ready partay, then to the AU ball! So much fun! I'm going as swine flu, so basically I'm a sick piggy (despite the fact I woke up this morning and really AM a sick piggy, but I'm hopin thats because I slept in my arts and crafts box lol!
I've met a mad amount of new people recently! It's been class, I love making new friends! People are so lovely! I'm working loads but I'm just kinda keeping my head down and getting through it, it's going to happen a lot more coming up to xmas-but sure! Means I can save (ha!) some money and get a wee trip over to see my english folk I heart in 2010!

Thursday, 22 October 2009

so freeking excited about Question Time!

Now I'm a liiittle bit of a Nordie politics nerd (probably one of the few without a strong political allegiance), and my Thursday night routine was the source of giddiness for me for years. Mum works Thursday nights, so I got to sit undisturbed in the kitchen and bake delicious treats while watching Hearts and Minds, then Lets Talk, then over to the Politics Show on BBC2, but oh my, Question Time was my dirty little dip into National politics, I'm most definately less knowledgeable about the UK political system, but I get by! So tonight (in case anyone has been living under a rock) Nick Griffin will be on the panel representing the BNP, thats my main contension, I think he should be there unaffiliated with an illegal party, but anyway.... It's going to be a tumultuous show, there's bound to be some sort of disturbance, god I adore live tv! My friend who works in the BBC in Belfast was giving me a facebook chat second by second detailed description of the protest, we're miles away and the anti-BBC feeling is so strong! I don't agree with the reason behind protests (for once), I do believe that everyone has a right to their own opinion and should be given the opportunity to defend it, no matter how disgustingly bigotted and hate-filled that opinion may be. But I LOVE LOVE LOVE protests, such a spirited display of passionate people, it makes me proud when at times I feel like society has become entirely apathetic. I love strong views, I love passion!

10.35... (don't miss Hearts and Minds first though)

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

I forgot how much I loved this song!!

1997-excellent year!


*cough* are 3/4 done...

oooh look a butterfly...

The week before last was bad bad bad and I can put the blame squarely on me being silly and boys...and a collaboration of the two elements...

this week

has been


I have been an exceptionally busy bee! And it's all because on Monday I met up with a certain Katie Kazam who set the ball of exhaustion in motion. Monday I went to the pub quiz and won a bottle of wine which mcglinch and I decided should be stored in Gary AM's house for safe keeping! So on Wednesday and Thursday I was at the Beat making glittery amazing butterflies for the carnival, yessir, I sat and did arts and crafts all day! If there is a heaven it's the Beat workshop, I'm certain of it! Tuesday I went to see the fantastic Rocktoberfest gig in Annies, the highlight being the Panama's acoustic gig, seriously, SERIOUSLY good! Thursday after the Beat was the PK's secret gig too and then the Team Fresh gig in Radar, (which has been dubbed "The Riot at Radar"-I still have all my bruises from clambouring over the barrier). Friday I was in the hell of HMV, it was ok though because it was Toner's last day and I brought him to city hall for a liquid lunch. After that it was the off to Gary AM's house for some vino then Queer Girrafes last gig before Toner ran off on tour for two months with the Panama boys the next morning. That ended up at that house in Lawrence street, and I finally got to meet who lived there as I flitted round the house going "seriously, who actually lives here, I've been here three times and no one seems to know!" Saturday I was at the carnival all day, being a butterfly and generally feeling like a child (despite the late-night drama of saturday). It was just magical! I went home after the carnival, slept for a couple of hours and was woken up to see if I wanted to go back to city hall and take photos of the atl gig for the bbc website...hell yeah I did! Sunday I was playing purcussion for KoKo and the Boomtown Cats, despite the fact poor Katie had no voice. And Monday was meant to be "back to the real world" but instead McGlinch met me from work and we harrassed Gary to let us come to his flat and drink wine-it worked and we left suitably merry!

So now, I have to do my PK review for nIchart (it'll be glowing, wee Stubell put me on guestlist bless him, even though I'd made such a fuss to him last week about there being too many guestlists in Belfast and people just expect to be on it!) I have an album review for Panic Dots, I'm quite worried about, I've never done an album review before! I have to finish my CV and then investigate just how on earth I can burrow my way out of hmv! Oh and find some money, yeah that's uber important...I literally don't have bus fare to get home!

I hereby pledge to have my nichart review done for 2pm, that's only 2 hours...I'm going to stop writing....NOW!

(after this song which has been in my head all night)

Weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle any of your score
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

Sunday, 11 October 2009

A Brighter Beat?

I've had an absolutely horrible 24 hours, but for once in my life I really don't want to dwell on it, I'm just going to pick myself up, brush myself off and start again!
Anyway, I've had a good wee dance and there shall be more dancing this week too, nothing can go that badly wrong that can't be fixed with a good ol shimmy on the dancefloor!

In the words of my favourite faux-mexican tequila comeback band..."BOYS, SHITTY BOYS!"

ok... moving on

I've given in and decided to do more hours in work, hopefully there shall be a domino effect of good vibes from doing something that I hate, the universe owes me happiness! I'm going to attempt to get out of horrible-debt into reasonable-debt, then run away somewhere, somewhere far away where I can have a soul fulfilling adventure! (ok I don't believe in souls, but it's a nice image)...

There's no such thing as rockstars
There's just people who play music
And some of them are just like us
And some of them are dicks...

Thursday, 1 October 2009

An unshakable feeling of dread.

I now have two (albeit potentially coincidental) reasons to believe that something has happened which everyone is trying to hide from me. And I don't have a clue what it could be... So I'm thinking it must be pretty flipping bad. I mean, I'm nice enough, I never show anger, so chances are, if something has happened, it's a big life changing something that people are worried I'm going to get severely emotional over...
I hope to science this is just extreme paranoia... :|