Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Is there anything in this world as nice as Pret's Malaysian Chicken soup?

I don't think there is.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Sunday, May 14, 2006

The best song ever written

I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I used to think i had it quite comfortably summed up with Mayonaise by Smashing Pumpkins. But, to be honest with you, while the musical content is unequaled by anyone, sitting here right now I can't recall a single lyric from the whole damn song. That said, I think I need to re-evaluate my position as to best song ever written, to focus primarily on lyrical content. Of course, you know right now I'm asking for your opinions too, and I expect to recieve them.

Well right now my opinion is divided between two classic songs - Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns by Mother Love Bone and Waiting Around To Die by Austin Alt-Country legend Townes Van Zandt. I'm going to post the lyrics in just one second, but I beseech you, nay, implore you to seek out these songs and listen to them in their full context before you formulate an opinion. With regard to these songs, judging words on a page seem like evaluating the best of Shakespeare with only his choice of pen and ink to go on. But here they are:

Mother Love Bone, Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns

You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin' to my alter
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest
your soul away
Away away yeah child

It's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin' better say your
prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her
But does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down
Again

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love It's the kind that
moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
I used to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money so I'm turnin
over honey

You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again
doin' time
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
Like a crown of thorns it's all who you
know
So don't burn your bridges woman cause
someday, yeah
Kick it!
Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on,
com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your
bridges woman

It's funny actually, this song's like 8 minutes long, but has fewer lyrics than Barbie Girl.

Townes Van Zandt, Waiting Around to Die

Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

One-time friends I had a ma, I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once cause she cried
She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

A friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die

Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
Well his name's codeine, and he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die

Thursday, May 11, 2006

So Alan Sugar chose the fit one? What a surprise.

And one more thing

My brain must be a bit soggy today because I forgot to mention this. The rubbish people who operate the overground train from Moorgate up to Alexandra Palace (and beyond possibly, I have heard rumours that there are people living north of there) have been replaced. So it's no longer WAGN, instead it's First Capital Connect, whose acronym doesn't roll off your tongue in quite the same way.

Now they've been running the line since 1st April and every single day the train is late. Or cancelled. I thought WAGN were bad, but these cowboys must take some beating. Seriously, how difficult is it to get from point A to point B on a pre-defined route, where you're not able to deviate from your course. Signal failure? Let's not built this up to be something more important than it is. It's a big light that either glows green (for 'go train go') or red (for 'stop while you're going around a bend so all the passengers lean to the right'). If you can operate fairy lights you can be a signal operator.

I don't know about you, but if a light bulb in my home blows, or 'fails' in some other way, I replace it. What's the problem here? Not enough long ladders? Or are all the train staff taking their cue from underground staff and are currently holed up in a brothel in Willesden taking turns on an unfortunate Albanian girl whilst signed off from work due to 'illness' having been recommended by their 'doctor' to keep their penis at a constant 90 degree angle.

The only thing First Capital Connect do better than WAGN is inspect tickets. I didn't see a ticket inspector for a year until last month, but have seen dozens now. Except they're not ticket inspectors. They're 'revenue protection officers'. Jumped-up job titled bastards.

Oh what a lovely pear

Can you tell the difference between this:
and this:
Apparently Apple Records thinks some people can't. But they're wrong. And also complete morons. One good thing has come out of this though - you can't buy any Beatles shite on iTunes. Hurrah.

I don't really have anything else to say right now. That whole Apple thing just annoyed me so intensely.

Although does anyone know what's happened to Marks & Spencer's wraps? They're now about 8 foot long but only 3mm wide. Bizarre.

And is it just me or is London, particularly North London, looking rather hazy in the sun? It never normally looks like this when the sun's shining but over the past week or two whenever the sun has shone you can practically look right at it because of this yellowish sheen over it. It's like it's foggy, but quite obviously isn't. It's not normal anyway, and I don't like it. Watch this space.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Local elections II

So the Lib Dems made some gains in Haringey. Didn't get enough though. And also they lost control of Islington, which makes me wonder what Islington residents know about the Lib Dems that our electioneering Lib Dem councillors haven't told us?

Anyway, I thought I'd be more disappointed but I get the impression that it doesn't really matter who's in charge. Ultimately you get shafted one way or the other.

And our local MP, Lynne Featherstone's ill-informed ramblings about fictitious drugs don't really help their case. Brought to her attention by her 'researcher'? I'm sorry but I wouldn't trust a researcher who hasn't heard of Google. Who else remembers David Amess asking a question about the evil drug Cake in Parliament? At least he was set up.

I didn't like her sticking the knife into Charles Kennedy with all the other opportunists when his alcoholism came to light either. He may be an alcoholic (which is an illness you know, so a bit of sympathy wouldn't go amiss) but he's better suited to running the party than this old codger.