I'd love to say that this is a momentous broadcast of words is on a par with that of MLK's addressing of an entire nation of oppressed black folk, but my no doubt long-awaited return to the self indulgence that is blogwriting is not yet an event proper.
I'm sitting like a wafty freelance writer in a cafe writing on a macbook (my lovely girlfriend's), and my my fleeting time here is perpetually emblazoned in the corner of the screen in the form of a battery percentage. Or maybe, given that this computer is an Apple creation, it could be telling me that my percentage of 'iSelf-worth' which its managed to work out by taking a picture of my face with its built in 'iFaceCamToolz'. I'm not going to sit and slag Apple's off though, because given that I've had time to play with one, I actually quite like it. Thats beside the point, and there are several high-profile advertising campaigns detailing the smarmy differences between Mac's and PC's. Not something I can be arsed to go into.
Either way. I'm moving flats once again in over a week, as a result I hope to have an internet connection or something to that effect set up. By something to that effect, I might mean some sort of wank home-made antenna which i'll trail from my flat to the nearest coffee shop with highly stealable internet.
I've got a job now. I help people not get dry-bummed by fraud. Its not as interesting as it sounds but it beats sitting around a flat with nothing to do, in my underpants. Another empty promised I've made myself, now that I'm fullfilling ones like 'sure I'll get a job', all over the place, is to write a book. Watch out for some highly convoluted narrative and underdeveloped character development in what would surely otherwise be a decent debut outing of someone with about the same artistic outing as U2's efforts for the last 73 years.
One more thing, is SUMMER even happening this year? Or is it having a year off like Glastonbury? Speaking of that, does anybody even go to Glastonbury any more? Discuss.
