what a piece of work is man blahblahblah, the paragon of animals

where the hell have the last two weeks gone, pop pickers? to be honest, ive had problems. (wah wah wah). no. not that sort. i dont really get them. man up, thats the way forward for me. what doesnt kill you is obviously just wastin your time. problems of a creative nature. vacuuous, empty, desert-like wilderness, in which i have been wandering around in like some kind of hairy pacman. i dont believe in ghosts either, so there we are then.
ive been struggling to find anything to listen to. i mean, sure, the oldies-but-goodies still hit the mark, but man cannot live by bread alone. those of you who know the morsks inner workings will realise that this is no small thing. it also means that my designs are suffering too. its hard to remain minimalist when you are empty. still. thats not your problem, oh best beloved, and no amount of me pissing and moanings gonna fix that.
so who do i blame. o.p.p yeah you know me. i wont blame myself. its either your fault or a blame free culture. i told you. im a hypocrite. if you dont like that, go read a book. i blame spring. i am, by nature, a miserable bastard. grumpy as fuck. now all the flowers are out, its turned into the wizzard of oz. mankind seems to be full of the joys of, and i tell you, i RESENT it. winter is good. its cold, its dead, its miserable. i like it. i identify with it. all this hope for the new season. when will they learn, its only gonna disapoint you like last year. the country is in tatters, the bank spent a gang of cash then went bust (a bank, mind you) and the taxpayer bailed them out. thats you, my dears. and yet we can still pay for the olympics (quiet tho, aint they.....) city still suck, and now jade goody is dead. well. good as. (strange sayin that, but very apt, lets face it. she was fuckin useless, cept laughandpoint) all this talk of new life. the old life is broken and no one will fix it. were just like gamblers hoping that spending more will somehow regain us what is already lost, forgettin that the odds are always in the houses favour. the fault, dear brutus, is not in the stars, but in ourselves.
l8r sk8r

i love the beadles, dont you mate?

so now you can do a degree in the beatles. what in the name of hot gossip is going on? is it me or is this country getting retarded. when i was at school, we did physics, biology and chemistry. not science. apparently now kids are allowed ipods in the classroom. wed have got a slap. no. really. when i was 9 i got a hiding in front of the whole school for calling the dinner lady a cow. shed told me off for something or other and i retorted in typical morsk fashion that she couldnt tell me what to do outside shcool and therefore she was a cow. i got an imedate extra hiding for telling the headmaster i hadnt learned my lesson. well. its true enough. im still the same cheeky monkey. it taught me somthing tho. when i got home, i got another one of course, for the same thing. that taught me something too. so what did i learn? double jeapordy exists, and trust no one. she could have dealt with it, if she indeed could tell me what to do outside school. and my old man a prison governor. he at least should have realised id been punished twice already. big bloke too. taught me that a punch in the face only hurts if you believe it does. so now, i cant be beaten physically. but i digress. i passed my 11+ and went to grammer school, and had to wear a blazer and tie. imagine my horror when i then transfered to a comprehensive (ironic) that some kids still wrote with pencils, and not fountain pens. some couldnt even read properly. what the hell? how has the education system failed them? and why had the system failed me? why is a grammer schoolboy back in the farmyard? it didnt matter i could speak latin anymore. that dont stop the coucil estate kids stealing my dinner money. but. it did mold your humble servant. made me the finder of lost children that you know and love. whats that got to do with the beatles? fucktifino...... kinda got distra..... oh look, a baby wolf.

weekend

im happier today. well. i say happier. my backs stopped bein an inconvenience, and nothing has made me angry for a few days. that itself is unusual. mind you i had an episode with a netgear wireless router not wanting to accept its ip address, but im more intelligent than windows xp, so no biggie. i lost an entire day to a tv series yesterday. 12 hours of carnivale, anyone whos not seen it, give it a go. anyone who dont like it, fair enough, anyone who did will understand. now i cant just watch an episode of....... i need to see it thru. id rather not watch it at all til its out on dvd. films are the same. i loose count of how many rubbish films ive seen. i cant just switch off. thats the kind of man youre dealing with here people. i have to run it to the end. im exactly the same with relationships. not just the kissykissy kind, but they usually end with a bang! ill always watch the credits. for me there is no parting as friends. we are either still friends who no longer swap bodily fluids, or at the end of kissykissy relationships, i see no point. lets be honest here. we became friends so i could see what her pants taste like, and stayed friends so i could keep tastin them. is that a crime? so in this instance, read series for date. i dont really like dates. all this whining ad dining meelark. one day shell complain that we dont do that anymore. i find the best way, for me of course, and i suggest that the faint-hearted dont try this, i tell them straight out of the gate, if at anytime they are unhappy, they are free to go. no arguments, no raised voices, no scenes. its just not worth the agro to me. ill fight you, whoever you are, i dont care how big you are. as long as there is a point. forgetting flowers on a birthday is not a point and i will not fall out over it. want to argue? why? we will make up anyway, or, theres the door, use it. no blame, no shame, no game. i invite them along on stuff im going to be doing anyway. all mammals eat, drink, sleep, fight, bleed and fornicate. at the end of a relationship, they always end up resenting the things they found amusing. i had a girl tell me once she hated me doing pills. guess what id given her on our first date? exactly. i cant abide hypocrisy in others. i thought we were talkin about films. i prefer music to films. infinitely. but at the moment, my problem is NOTHING moves me. its awful. i have a lot of stuff knocking around here. none of it is doing it for me. well. im off for a cig. then ive got some german film from the 70s or czeck from the 60s. why cant music be more like that? so good people. a bientot.