Monday, July 31, 2006

Super Trouper

I've been listening to ABBA's Super Trouper on repeat all day, I can't get over how good it is. I heard it on Sunday monrning at about 2am and it's been stuck in my head ever since. We had the single lying around the house when we were kids, and I used to listen to it a lot. I used to think that the song was about motorway lights...

Also, I've watched the video several times today. I think the bit when Agnetha combines her only two dance moves (about 3:35 into the video) is ridiculously hot.

Strange things are happening at the moment. I'm not growing a tail or anything, not that strange.

Friday, July 28, 2006


I'm currently in the middle of an e-mail conversation in which we're discussing which US state we'd like to live in.

I've stared at this screen for 15 minutes, I've not got a clue where I was going with this.

The topic of conversation has now changed to vampires in Speedos, which has completely changed my train of thought. Ho hum.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Mountain Goats

I've just spent the weekend relaxing at my folks house in the hills.

Here are some pictures of a little walk Andy and myself went on. For many people it's a fair old hike, for us it was a boredom killing exercise.

Here are some links so some rubbishy 20sec Quicktime clips we took along the way. Boredom is evident in most of the clips, and I make no apologies.

Video Game
SquashCurly Blooper

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Beach Bum

Last weekend was spent beaching it up to the maximum.

And when I say maximum, I mean we were probably on it for all of ooh.. four hours on Friday night (for a stunning barbeque). Zero mins on the Saturday, in St.Davids. About 15 minutes on the Sunday, it was too hot so we spent most of the time sat in the shade of the cafe in the car park while my sister wheeled out free refreshments for us. But the beach was always in sight, so that counts, right?

Friday night wasn't a tough night to decide what tot get up to. Random Andy gave me a call and uttered the immortal three letters of power - B B Q. We pelted down to the beach at 9pm and started cooking. At 10:30pm, the train carrying the notorious Sud Shady pulled into Swansea, Andy drove in to town to pick him up. I was left to cook some burgers for Suds arrival to the beach, it was pretty dark so I had to concentrate pretty hard and employ all my nocturnal skills I'd learnt as a boy scout (not fumbling around with boys in a tent...... no) and utilise the heat as best possible. I lay back in the sand, the burgers were sizzling, the beer was cold and the sea was sounding exactly as a sea should do. I sat there and thought, "This is so nice" and I lay back against a dune.

Then I heard a noise in the darkness, "Ah, the boys are back" I sat upright and was greeted by the sight of a chubby looking kid (about 20 years old) dressed in a white tracksuit and a white baseball cap, certainly not one of the boys. He hadn't noticed me lying there and was obviously attracted by the light from the bbq, like a giant moth. He was certainly dressed like one. He was a little startled and skulked back into the darkness. I was a little concerned, Andy had departed for the train station with the line "Don't get bum-raped" followed by a little chuckle. I began to wonder if he knew something that I didn't.

I carried on cooking, but kept a wary eye out for the giant moth again. For a split second I was concentrating only on keeping a sausage from rolling off the bbq, I turned round again and the Human Moth was there again, only a little closer. I stared at him, hoping he'd go away. In an un-naturally high pitched voice he says "Hi" and then walks slowly away again. My initial concern had developed into rapidly thinking of ways to construct a weapon from a lettuce, a burger relish bottle and some hot coals. The moth must have detected my aggression as the next time he appeared, he was further away again but still too close for comfort. Once more, he faded away into the night and I didn't see him again.

After half an hour, I heard Andy and Sud's voices approaching. As usual they were laughing about something or other so when they finally sat down near me I asked them what it was they were laughing at.
Andy said

Andy: We thought that was you standing up on the dune just there and started walking towards you, then we realised it was you at all - it was some weirdo
Curly: You what?! He's still here?
Sud: Yeah, about ten metres away....... who's still here?
Curly : That moth has been hanging around here ever since you left, I thought he was going to go for me!!

The boys just burst out laughing. I joined in but I was still mightily relieved that they had turned up. If they'd been five minutes later there would have been Britains first murder reported using a lettuce powered hot-coal launcher.

The probably revealing too much post

I don't want to go all psychological on you. But today and all through last night I've been feeling something that I haven't felt since I was back in school.

I wasn't the most popular kid, I'll put it that way, throughout my school years. I often struggled to find friends to go and play with when I was in Primary school (4-11), and Secondary school (11-18) was a tough place to find people with the same interests as me. I used to feel desperately lonely, we lived in a village miles from anyone else and I had no means to get to town where most of my year group lived. I used to just feel crushed, I would just sit down on my bed for hours while the other kids went off enjoying themselves.

It all changed when I left school at 18 and ventured into the big wide world on my own. What a much better place it was now I was free from the ties of school. My problems in school were so insignificant compared to some of the things I started seeing. My confidence grew and grew and for the first time I started to make really good friends, friends who I really enjoyed spending time with and who enjoyed hanging out with me. It made me wonder what the hell I'd been doing wrong over all those years.

Last night, I travelled to Cardiff to see the Howling Bells, a band I've been itching to see for a while. I had a friend going along with me but at the last minute, they pulled out. That's fine, I thought, I'll give some others a call to see if they're interested in a free ticket. I must have rung about twenty five friends who live in Cardiff, absolutely none of them were available. Most had to be in work at 4am, 6am, 8am. Some were on holiday. Some were playing football. Some were editing videos. Some filled in job applications. Others were just not interested. I sat down in the park, waiting for the gig to start, and phoned a few more people. Still nothing. I felt that same thing I used to feel as a teenager, what have I done wrong? Why isn't anyone interested in coming out with me? I sat in the park for over an hour, just thinking. Luckily, this time I was far more mature and knew that everyone was genuinely unavailable - although there was still a nagging feeling that I'd done something wrong somewhere. After a few more phonecalls, I found it quite amusing. I had some great conversations with people I hadn't spoken to in a long time, and we had plenty of laughs about my situation.

I went into the venue on my own to see the support band and even the girl behind the counter had a giggle with me. I didn't want to waste my money on the ticket and she persuaded me to keep looking for a pal.

At half nine, I rang my friend Alex, who was just going home after work and was feeling extremely tired. After a bit of a chat, she agreed to come along with me. And do you know what? We had a great time! The Howling Bells sounded amazing, a bit too much volume on the (pretty much perfect) vocals but otherwise, a very good recommendation!

I'm organaising a barbeque at my place in August though, and I've got a horrible feeling that loads of people are going to bail at the last minute again. I shouldn't think that really. It'll be cracking all the same, with a core group of pals who'll jump at the chance of a free burger.

The summer is great.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Unexplained Attraction

Way back on June 21st of this year, I ran a little poll in which YOU decided on the topic for a future post. The result was overwhelmingly (one or two votes) in favour of option C :-

"I attract more women when I'm hungover"

Since then, I've been out and about testing my theory. In a round-about way, here's what happened...

I'm usually one for keeping many of my observations to myself, I say many because plenty do slip out and people do laugh. The reason for me checking myself before I say anything is that I suffer tremendously from Sod's Law. For example, if I make the observation "Oh look, every single duck in that pond is swimming in the same direction" almost immediately, the ducks will break off into groups and perform some kind of mass synchronised swimming routine, each group heading in an opposite direction to the other. People will then laugh at my statement.

So imagine what was going through my head when I stated that "I attract more women when I'm hungover"! I panicked soon after writing that. I had even considered quietly shuffling away from the bl*g and pointing the finger at someone else, I truly thought that this was the end of the constant ego-boosters I receive when I'm in absolute agony from the night before. Luckily for everyone involved (just me), everything continued as normal. Although I am wondering if I'm tempting fate too much by writing about it now.

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to go about this subject, I have no clear direction or writing style set out so this might just turn into a massive self-analysis session with me realising things that I hadn't noticed before as I go along. It might turn into an essay on the poetic skills of Che Guevara. We'll just see how it goes shall we?

I drink. Often I'll drink until I'm drunk. Naturally, when I wake up after a night of drinking, I feel like crap, I look like crap, my breath reeks of alcohol and I've usually not had a shower as I've had to bolt out of the house and run to work. I struggle with my co-ordination, infact I often find myself forgetting how I usually walk which leads to me attempting several different walking styles as I travel along the street. Regular tasks such as opening doors or putting jeans on usually involve me receiving a large bruise on the head. Sentence structure goes out of the window which makes conversation, for example, as difficult as playing a guitar with your hands tied behind your back. I'll only be able to mutter phrases such as "Worst day of my life" or "I think I'm dying". As a result of all of this combined, you wouldn't have thought that I'd even receive a second glance from the fairer sex, would you? But I do....

Not only do I just get a second glance, I'll often get a cute little smile, a "Hello" or even an attempt to start a conversation with me. The reasons for this are beyond me. You could be cynical and put these down to:-

a) Girls are smiling at me because they are amused by the sight of me.
b) Girls are generally nice and will say Hello to anyone
c) Girls are just generally nice and have just had a cup of coffee to start the day and are on a caffeine high.

I was initially a cynic too, but over the years I've come to the conclusion that there must be something different about me to make me receive more of theses gestures than normal.

Recent case study (with no evidence, but you'll just have to believe me) :-

Friday night - I'd got mildly drunk. Only a few beers and an early night.
Saturday - Out all day from 12pm until 4am. Ridiculously drunk.
Sunday - Didn't touch a beer until 6pm, got drunk again though and retired at 2am.

Monday morning. - Displaying all of the previously mentioned hangover qualities. Three days in a row of getting drunk and running around socialising. Energy levels had been depleted and there was very little left in the tank, just enough to get me to work at 9am.

Incident 1) - Stumbling out of the front door, narrowly avoided hitting my head on it. Hit my head on the wall instead, I wasn't watching that. Girl from next door walks past, smiles sweetly and says "Morning".

2) I'm 30 seconds down the road, and on my first cycle of trying to remember how I normally walk. Pretty girl in office attire walks past me and looks me up and down before giving a sly smile whilst looking straight at my eyes.

3) 5 mins down the road, I'm on the main shopping street and I receive several more smiles from girls. I think I counted four. One girl turns around after walking past, I also turn around and we catch each other - we both laugh.

4) 10 mins down the road, a hot girl I used to work with (who I never, ever spoke to). Grins and says "Hi Curly, you look good today". I just reply with a grin and carry on walking. I vaguely remember seeing hot girl the night before. I've reached the fourth cycle of trying to walk properly, I'm close but haven't quite nailed it yet.

5) I slump into the seat on the train station, and go into a coma-like trance while I wait for the train. Up bounces another girl I used to work with, "CURLY!!! How are you?". I just smiled back as I couldn't remember which language I spoke. She sits on the bench next to me and starts to go through the 'What have you been up to?' speech. I remember that I can speak English and just give her the "Oh, stuff" line, that should keep her happy for a while. My mouth feels like the inside of a 3000 year old sarcophagus and just uttering two words is such an effort as a result of the pain. She carries on talking to me, I respond as best I can. One word answers are the only thing on the menu from me in this state. I try to be as little fun as possible in the hope she'll leave me alone so I can just concentrate on how to open the bottle of water I'm carrying. She gets on the same train as me and she's sat on the seat opposite for 20mins, talking. I just want to sleep for my hour long journey but it's now impossible. I'm angry about that. She carries on chatting me up, and it finally ends when she gives me her number and suggests we meet up sometime.

6) Another two sexy little smiles from a couple of girls as I walk to the office, one says "Hi". I've given up trying to walk the way I do normally and have just decided to copy the guy walking in front of me.

Finally I get into work and my boss confirms what I'd known all along "Bloody hell, you look fucking awful.. good night?"

What the hell...?

Sure, it happens on the street sometimes anyway. A girl says "Hi" and I'll say hi back and my ego will be boosted that little bit more. When I'm hungover I couldn't care less if a cute girl smiles at me or says hello, I'm too busy struggling to stay alive.

I've come up with some theories as to why this phenomenon occurs. Anyone is welcome to tell me whether they agree, disagree or have theories of their own.

  • I'm less lively when I'm hungover, I may come across as smoother?
  • I don't talk , I may come across as mysterious?
  • My body is trying to shut down, I may adopt a different posture?
  • Vodka breath is nicer than my normal breath?
  • One of the many walks I do is sexier than my normal one?
  • My hungover attitude is "I don't care what you say to me". I may come across as a bastard. Some girls go for that.
  • I may get the same level of attention normally, and am just oblivious to most of it?
And look at that, I didn't even mention El Che.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Giggedy Giggedy

Too busy to write. Too many bands to see.

Recently seen
Vibration White Finger (Local boys doing well)
Leave the Capital (Local boys sounding good)
Billy Talent (Wow. In front of under 1000 people, they sounded Ha-mazing)

Recently missed... Goddamit
Pretty Girls Make Graves (Indie stars in the making)

Coming up:-
Vibration White Finger (LIVE album recording with a 500 strong audience - fab) - (sweaty pics)
Howling Bells (Aussie amazing-ness)

Thursday, July 06, 2006


Alright chums?

As mentioned previously, Canada Day rocked. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces and once I put them together, I'll try and write something comprehensible about it.

It's all rather busy at the moment so here are a couple of images from the last few days. I'm not going to apologise for the bad quality pics, you should be used to that by now.

Canada Day celebrations in Trafalgar Square, no idea who's on stage. We saw Raghav earlier, he was the only one I'd heard of. Ron Sexsmith came on later and bored everyone to death

Trafalgar Square. This time there was some woman from Manitoba singing that 'Helpless Helpless Helpless' song - any ideas?

Inside Londons only Canadian Bar, the Maple leaf. No idea what time this was taken as I was REALLY drunk. It could have been anytime after 1pm...

See above.

We managed to wrangle a couple of free tickets to see Glamorgan play Warwickshire in the 20/20 cup (That's cricket). We were dead chuffed with ourselves for blagging but...

...It rained. We got wet and then everyone went home.

Regular Mars bars are creeping back on to the shelves again (thank god) after Englands exit from the World Cup. I'm thinking they should re-brand them 'Practice'.

And as a special Canada Day treat, here are a few pics of me, in Canada. WOW!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Best. Canada Day.