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Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
5:05 pm	DRUMMER AND GUITARIST WANTED I apologise if you're a friend of Scarlet West aswell. Frank Day still has more friends than her so please join scarlet-west aswell if you haven't already. Alan and Jack quit my band. Alan's always had mental health issues due to smoking too much cannabis and Jack is doing his own music and a degree so he didn't have much time. If you're interested give me a call on 07903 795682. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 17th, 2006
6:02 pm	I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very briefly to publicise me band. www.myspace.com/massageparlour Please listen, download and add. We're called Massage Parlour now. Please remember that name. In other news you would do well to remember my real name which is Scarlet West. I still have a livejournal, it's scarlet_west so if you're a friend on this one just add me and I'll add you back. It wasn't doing much for my career being known as Frank Day and I was getting confused. My journal is exactly the same as this one with more rantings about alcoholic nights and depressing days. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
10:37 am	THE LAST POST A few hours ago someone stole my glasses. I was on the night bus and did that really ridiculous thing when you fall asleep. No one I've ever known can comprehend how bad my eye sight is. -4.75 and -5.50 to be exact. If you were sitting opposite me on the tube I would have no idea who you were. I'm struggling to write this and keep seeing double. I'm lost. Absolutely lost. Suicide springs to mind. It's been crossing my mind ever since I woke up in this nightmare. I think I'd do it with a knife through my heart. The blood would look rather dramatic and it would be a camp ending to the film that is this. Sometimes it's a bit crap having no friends. I don't count anyone that reads this as a friend apart from Peter Bach and the person that lives 3000 miles away. I'll go home now and lye down and wallow. Not sleep or anything like that. I'll just think about all the rubbish things that have happened in my life. People dying, people leaving me, people hating me, stuff like that. Then I'll think about different ways of killing myself. Stabbing myself through the heart might not work. Plus there's that crap song called "Shot through the heart". People might make connotations. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 25th, 2006
10:59 am	SOHO ARTS CLUB TONIGHT 11-3am. I'LL BE PLAYING DISCS FROM THE LIKES OF HAWKWIND, PULP, BOWIE, BLONDIE, DEXY'S, SMITHS, ELVIS, LITTLE RICHARD AND MADONNA AND MADONNA AND MADONNA AND MADONNA AND DO OR DIE AND MAMA SHAMONE. CABARET WILL BE PLAYING ON THE BIG SCREEN. FRITH STREET SOHO (NEXT DOOR TO RONNIE SCOTT'S) FREE ENTRY BUT IT'S A MEMBERS CLUB SO JUST SAY YOU'RE SCARLET'S FRIEND. I'm not expecting anyone to come as no one ever does. I'm not bothered though. I practiced with my band yesterday. The new songs are better than the old ones. I went to The Coach and Horses after and hung around with some judges that do the biggest battle of the bands contest in London. First prize is £1000 and £500 worth of studio time. Needless to say I shall be winning this contest in 2 months time. I like manipulating people. I'm so good at it that no one knows what I've done before it's too late. I found the best Mass in London yesterday. It's the most dramatic thing ever. All classical music and incense. The priest is really camp aswell. It's the Catholic church in Leytonstone. I lit a candle for one of you. At 2am today everyone I was with started complaining about the relationships they were in. I've never had a relationship as you know. I bought mushrooms and noodles at the 24 hour store then when I got in I looked at an old porn magazine. I was glad to be alone. Huh huh. (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
4:11 pm	"ANGEL, DON'T TAKE YOUR LIFE" An aquaintance of mine hung himself the other day. He was living in Oldham so is it any wonder? I shouldn't say stuff like that but no one reads this anyway. His note just said "To all my friends, take what you want". I should get back to Oldham and see what I can get. I liked his dog. It's the second aquaintance of mine to commit suicide this year. Things always happen in threes so perhaps you're next. Personally, I wouldn't bother commiting suicide although I suppose killing time is my suicide. I was going to kill myself before I decided to move to London. From the age of 18 until I was 21 I thought about it every day. It's just too self indulgent though. So when I came into all that money I just thought, well... And I've not looked back since. I've been very happy. I've been very sad. God never gives you anything that ultimately you're not going to be able to handle. I'm quite sure of that. Even when you look back and wonder how you coped err I don't know where I'm going with this... Tom Baker's fashion show was extremely impressive. I got my photo taken for a magazine and then I was interviewed for a documentary. Johnny Vegas was there. I'm not quite sure what he was doing there. He looked like he should be playing darts. He was very shy and just kept staring at me in front of his girlfriend or wife or whatever. Last night I hung around The Coach and Horses taking notes. Then I went downstairs. Then I went to Trisha's. I was wearing my gold pin striped suit and a tie with polo horses on it. I was looking rather dapper in my lesbian way. They played my demo in Trisha's and everyone was like totally impressed. I gave 2 copies of it away to influential people. I don't give my demo to people lightly. Whenever I receive a demo from a band I attatch a piece of string to it and put it in the Christmas decoration box. After Trisha's I popped into the Hare Krishna temple. I wish I wouldn't do that. A woman came in with what looked like a record case, she then opened it up and inside was a statue of a god surrounded by plastic flowers. We all chanted Hare Krishna. I then went to McDonalds and had a sausage and egg McMuffin breakfast. On the tube home I fell asleep again and ended up in Epping. I've never been as far as Epping. It was very nice. When I arrived back in Leytonstone I went to the park and played on the swings for a bit. Just listening to my Walkman and checking out how high I could go. I'd been high all day though so there was only one place left to go. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
3:20 pm	"NOT EVERYONE GOES TO GERRY'S" I've had such a lovely afternoon in Hammersmith hospital. One of the best afternoons I've had for ages actually. They stuck the needle in my arm and took a blood sample every 15 minutes while I watched Casablanca. The nice Doctor was one of the most cheerful people I'd ever met. Same time next Friday then? Yes please. He said I could bring in my Bollywood E.T. dvd. I get £100 then. I've always liked hospitals. I like that weird smell they have. I stayed in last night. It was weird at first. I just lay on my bed for 4 hours wondering what to do. I haven't been in my house in the evening for weeks. I eventually conjured myself to write some lyrics to the new songs and then I did my washing. I even put a potatoe in the microwave. Then I grated some cheese that my sister left. I haven't had cheese for years. Well, not that you buy in a block. I'm not keen. Then I had a Penguin. The chocolate biscuit kind that my Mum had packed me in my packed lunch. I've been living off my Mum's packed lunch since I got back. Just eating a different thing from it each day. That's it now. "Normality" stops tonight. I'm going to Tom Baker's fashion show at the 100 Club. Dirtbox Phil invited me. I won't be drinking though. I'm going to AA first y'see. I've missed AA and could do with a new audience. I'll go to a different branch somehwhere in Bloomsbury and talk about myself again. That's my favourite subject. Another one of my favourite subjects is drinking so what could be better? This life's a right laugh. I can't stop laughing. And now for some chips. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
1:04 pm	CLUB FOR LOSERS? Thankyou for another unsuccesful night. The owner didn't pay me because it was so empty so it's all your fault. I feel like re-iterating what I said about office workers. You're all going nowhere. You'll retire and then drop dead from a heart attack while you're playing tennis. I don't like you. So now I'm not able to pay my credit card bill and it's all your fault as I slide further into debt and then homelessness. It's your fault when you pass me by on the street and you see my decaying legs cos I'm a heroine addict. Yes YOU. I played my Marilyn Monroe DVD that I found in the toilet at Gerry's the other week. I've never seen it and didn't see it last night due to the position of the dj booth. I then played all my favourite sad songs cos it was so empty; Edith Piaf, Sandie Shaw, Morrissey, Cilla Black, Scott Walker, Gene Pitney etc etc. Me, Conrad and Kevin Evian went to the 24 hour pool club underneath a certain famous building at 3:30am. I'm sure y'know where I mean. I don't want it getting closed down. Conrad bought us Kronenbourg. An attractive girl sat at our table. She was after cocaine. After half an hour she came back and proceeded to snort it from the table. I told her not to do it. She wasn't quite right. She kept saying how she was a witch and a pagan and all that and I felt scared and lonely. She kept going on and on and I just wanted her to stop. The lighting was bright yellow and everything felt wrong. It was the fourth time in a week I had been sitting in a club drinking past 6am. I left when McDonald's opened. It was the 3rd time in the week I'd been sitting in McDonalds having a sausage and egg McMuffin. I didn't feel right. I caught the tube and listened to Depeche Mode on my Walkman. Then I started to cry. I woke up in Woodford thinking it was Leytonstone I got out and even went through the turnstyles before I realised it wasn't. And so all the way back. I'm looking forward to doing the medical trial tomorrow and just sitting there with a thing stuck in my arm while watching telly. In fact, I can't wait. There's been a child crying uncontrollably throughout me writing this. It's the same way in which I cried when I first saw E.T. I cried for 6 hours and then my Mum offered me a jam sandwich and so I stopped. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 16th, 2006
4:52 pm	"I'm so sorry"... I'm not one for apologies and there's not much I regret in my life but writing a post when I've just spent 6 hours drinking Stella in the Oldham branch of Walkabout was not a good idea. So sorry to anyone that works in an office. I'm just jealous really. I've been trying to find suitable employment since I was 17 and I still haven't got a job. I attempt to go for things and they just never take me on. I've lied about qualifications and done all sorts of other stuff to get jobs but it's never worked. Y'see I never went to school. I went to R.E. and English but that was about it. The rest of the time was spent in some bushes in Werneth Park sitting on a broken tree trunk reading The Catcher in the Rye over and over again. School was awful. I had a lot of money in those days. I had a paper round and then with the money I got from that I started up a business selling cigarettes. I marked up the price so much but I was the only person who had a constant supply. I never smoked myself and I'm not a big fan of smoking. Apart from when I'm drinking. And so I left school with 4 GCSE's. R.E., English, German and something else that I can't remember. I was really happy with my U in maths. I really wanted to get a U in maths. I hate maths. As you can tell, I'm hungover. I was in Trisha's till 7am with Damon Gough aka Badly Drawn Boy. He's asked me to support him on his next tour. I'm not doing stand up comedy. My band y'see. I take people seriously when they're pissed. He didn't seem too pissed. I lost my virginity to his first ever support act. He was a comedian. He had to be. I'm starting the hormone injections next week to help medical science. Well, I get £50 a time while I sit connected to a drip of some sort. I get to watch telly. That sold it for me really. I can't wait. I wonder whether they've got a DVD player. I've got a dvd of a Bollywood science fiction film I want to watch. I've already seen it but I want to watch it again. It's a Bollywood E.T. Cool eh? FRANK'S PARTY ON MONDAY THE SOHO ARTS CLUB FRITH STREET 11-3AM FREE ENTRY A Marilyn Monroe film shall be playing silently on the big screen if you can't stand to look at me. If you have any trouble getting in which you shouldn't mention that you're a friend of Scarlet's. Please introduce yourself to me. I like to know who my readers are. PET SHOP BOYS, SMITHS, PROCLAIMERS, ELVIS, THE KNACK, THE CLASH, MADONNA, MADONNA AND MORE MADONNA. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 11th, 2006
9:12 pm	"OTHERS CONQUERED LOVE BUT I RAN" Oldham is dark and grey and a place I don't want to remember nevermind be. But still, I'm here. I had to leave the dinner table to sit in my room and cry. It's just so awful. I've got to clear my room out while I'm here. It's exactly how I left it. All soft toys and Catholic statues. They want me to chuck everything out and I came here with that intention but just sitting in that room made me feel sick at the thought. I have to let go of the past and it was such a terrible past I don't know why I'm finding it so difficult. I rang my Dad but he hungup and said he was watching a programme on Channel 4. My Mum has shown little interest in what I've been doing for 4 months and got on with the housework as soon as I arrived. Maybe I'm selfish or something but I thought we could sit down and she could ask me questions and I could ask her questions and perhaps a conversation that was 2 ways would happen. I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would feel so distant from my family and this place. Perhaps breaking away from this mould was the best thing I could have done. Sometimes families just carry on for generations in the same mould, doing the same things and making the same mistakes. I'm changing and I'm forgetting. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 8th, 2006
5:59 pm	"I'M STARING THROUGH THE BLAME WINDOW AGAIN" My sister's visiting. We have nothing in common apart from the fact we both like E.T. She made me go to that goddamn awful club called "Electrogogo" last night at Madame Jo Jo's. She likes that souless kind of music ironically called "dance". I, as you know like to sit quietly somewhere and get pissed. She likes to take Ecstacy and smoke cannabis and dance while grinning as if it's the best thing ever. So, tonight she's making me go to Fabric. I feel sick at the thought. If anyone would like to come along and keep me company I'd be ever so grateful. I know nobody will. Conversation with her is impossible. Unless it's about our long dead brother whome she continues to ramble about at every opportunity. This morning I filmed my plastic E.T. having sex with a porcerlain statue of The Queen Mother on my sister's camera phone. It's a short animation piece. I might put it on YouTube although technically it's not a video. The Queen Mother even gives the plastic E.T. a blow job. You've got to see it. Anyway, moving back to the previous subject I'm just not used to doing anything I don't want to do. Apart from going to the job centre once a fortnight my life is a dream. Debt ridden but it's still been a dream. She was mistaken for being my mother twice yesterday. She's 6 years older than me so she's a bit pissed off. Then this morning my Virgin Mary statue fell from the shelf and onto her head. It cut her just above the eye. There's a black cloud that follows her around. Maybe she can't be blamed but bad things always seem to happen to her. Maybe I'm just lucky. I don't know why I did it but I booked a train ticket home on Monday. I did it a while ago so it would be £12.50. I clearly wasn't thinking. I like my Mum but if I never saw Oldham again it would be too soon. I hate the place and I've just about forgotten that I ever came from there. I'd say that about Manchester aswell. The whole of The North in fact. I don't want to be from anywhere anymore. It's not my identity. It's not me. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
2:11 pm	FRANK DAY IS UNWELL I woke up on Wednesday morning still in a club I was in the previous night. I was alone and it was dark. If you've been reading this journal for a few years you may know that it was a regular occurance a while ago. They let me stay because they know how far Leytonstone is. It's very kind of them. I never ask, they always suggest that perhaps it's for the best. So anyway, waking up I didn't feel bad at all but then I realised I was still drunk. Checking my watch I realised I had missed my job interview. It was 10am and I was supposed to be in Angel at 10am with my passport. Nevermind, I thought, I didn't want the stupid job anyway. It was at this point I tried to get out to go home but on pulling the door I realised I was locked in. I wasn't bothered. I like it in that club so the predicament wasn't a bad one. I spyed the telephone in the corner of the bar and thought I'd take the opportunity to call everyone I knew as I never call anyone apart from my Mum. Naturally I called her first. She asked me where I was but I skated around the question and talked about my band. She started going on like she always does about how I need to get a job. I'd had enough so said goodbye and then rang my Dad. He told me he couldn't speak as he was getting the bins in. He sounded as pissed as me. He hungup. Who next? My sister, the one in Oldham, I thought calling the one in Australia might be taking the piss. Then I called Jamie and then I called Kevin, it was then I heard a key being turned. I hungup and ran up the stairs to see a champagne delivery arriving. It was strange, but I had a feeling of disappointment. I was happy in my own little space and now I really did have to go home. I checked my watch again. 11:30am. Coach and Horses me thinks. So what me thinks always happens. Alistair and a lovely girl called Kelly were behind the bar. I drank red wine. I felt at home waiting for the rest of the alcoholics to arrive. Throughout the morning until late afternoon I spoke to a number of men. I didn't think women were partial to this type of life and as usual I was correct. I was really pissed again by 1:30pm. That was my aim. I met some people who invited me to The French. I've never liked The French but I just fancied one somewhere else and didn't know where else to go. The French refused to serve me. This made me stay in there for 2 hours wondering when they would. My new friends bought me coffee and the barmaid made me drink that terrible fizzy water that's oh so continental. After this 2 hour stint of boredom I gave up and went back to The Coach where they were nice to me and let me have another red wine. For the rest of the day I sat around with my sunglasses on to cover my bloodshot eyes. I swore at random people who I didn't like the look of and drank and scavenged for cigarettes. "I fucking hate you" was as nice as I got while continuing to drink several more glasses of red wine. How was I affording this you may ask. Well, I sold my favourite bag with the pornographic pictures on to a nice lesbian called Katherine for £25. Not bad considering I paid £1.99 for it from Leyton PDSA. At 9:30pm when I knew the novelty of me being this way was wearing thin on me and the people I was abusing, I decided to leave. I went to The Thai buffet place alone and had 2 lots of food thus spending the last bit of my £25. It wasn't a bad day, it wasn't a great day. In fact I feel like I lost Wednesday even though I can recollect it. I don't want to do it again. Maybe I'm barred. I hope The French bar me, that's for sure. There's nothing lost with that place. Yesterday I hung around at The Hare Krishna Temple on Soho Street. The Hare Krishna's have taken a liking to me. They would probably take a liking to you aswell if you gave them half a chance. I've got to sign on now and tell the job centre wankers what I've been up to. I hate them. I fucking hate them. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 27th, 2006
3:27 pm	I WANT TO BE HATED BY THE DAILY MAIL You missed the best gig ever last night. Well everyone apart from Kate and Jamie. Despite problems with the sound at first, we put on another excellent performance. I made up for the sound problems by jumping off stage during the last song and dancing with the fans. Anyway I'll leave it to Jamie to write the review as I wasn't watching the band. I was intregued by the audience. The quality of people was good. I like it when old men come to my gigs. Then there was a couple on the balcony that slow danced to every song. He was touching her arse and everything. So, of course I singled them out and asked about their relationship. They now want us to play at their wedding so I'm sure that'll be a good gig. I drank Newcastle Brown Ale all night. I'm really into that stuff. It's a proper mans drink. Afterwards me, Bud and Alan went down to The Arts where they were playing "Hungry Eyes". Bloodyhell. So we left after last orders and went to Trisha's where they were playing The Immaculate Collection. I was a bit drunk by this time and told Bud that I didn't particularly like him and why on earth was he hanging out with me when he knows he's not going to get a shag. I suppose I shouldn't have said that but I never deny myself the opportunity to tell the truth when I'm pissed. Saying you don't like someone is miles better than saying you love them. If I ever tell you I love you when I'm drunk it's a lie. There's only room for 1 person in my life and that's Scarlet West. You're going to stop reading this at this point aren't you? Have I gone too far this time? In Trisha's I got talking to a man that I thought was my other friend from The Coach and Horses but it turned out to be his brother who's an anchor man for CNN and was on holiday here for the week. I took this opportunity to ask him to pay my rent. We left and he bought me sandwich's so I went back to his. He was staying in the posh journalists hotel. I told him I was a Roman Catholic so I couldn't do sex. He didn't seem to mind. I watched telly for a bit on one of those big flat screen TV's and ate more sandwich's then I left and rang my Mum from a phone box near a skip. She was alright but kept telling me how I needed to pay my National Insurance stamps or the NHS won't treat me if I need an operation. Oh dear. They're gonna leave me to die. How sad. I've got to meet the screen writer now and then I've got to go to church to thank God. I can't pay my rent today. It's £60 if anyone wants to make a donation. 07903 795682. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, August 25th, 2006
4:05 pm	MY BAND PLAY TOMORROW NIGHT You must be getting sick of me keep going on about it but it's the only purpose I have for this Livejournal. It's the last gig we'll be doing as Do or Die and with the current setlist. We'll be changing our name after tomorrow. We're the final band so we're on at: THE 12 BAR DENMARK STREET (TIN PAN ALLEY) OFF CHARING CROSS ROAD MIDNIGHT (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
2:15 pm	DO OR DIE. 12 BAR. SATURDAY. MIDNIGHT I woke up in Essex this morning. Hainult to be precise, that's at the end of my night bus route. I used to wake up in Chigwell all the time and that was fine cos it really wasn't that far. Hainult is a very nice place. If I was gonna move anywhere in London I think I'd like to move further out towards Essex. The sky's bigger there. I went to see Mama Shamone last night. I love that band so much. They're the only modern band that I listen to apart from my own. Jules gave me a CD so I could play it when I'm DJing. There's something big happening in London at the moment. Icons are being made. Not flash in the pan stuff but real long standing stuff. It's a bit like late 70's New York. I'm enthralled by it all and grateful to be alive at such an exciting time. I went to the gig with a friend of mine. He's fine and all but I get bored quickly. I left when they came off stage and felt Soho calling me. My friend walked me to the tube station. I never like to admit that I'm continuing my night alone. I've said it before but I can't do with being with people for too long. My plan fucked up when he wanted to walk me to my Eastbound central line at Bank. I went as far as Bethnal Green and then jumped on the train across the platform. It felt nice to be free and listening to The Pet Shop Boys. I got off at Tottenham Court Road and walked down Dean Street keeping my head down and hoping that I wouldn't see anyone I knew. I don't know why, I just wanted to be alone as I said. Well, of course I bumped into the man with the apartment on the Southbank. He was coming out of Tesco loaded up with shopping. "Ooh hullo" I said. We exchanged a few words. I'd worn him out apparently. He was going home to sleep. He asked me where I was going. I hate it when people do that. I paused for ages. "Just wandering then"? That made me out to be a street walker so I told him where I was going and that was it. Not difficult really. Downstairs I sat in the corner of the bar while everyone was captivated by a crossword without clues. Again, the same song was playing non stop. Dream a Little Dream. Michael kept topping up my glass of wine. After an hour Jupitor John made an appearance. I'd seen him at the gig earlier which was strange. We sat and talked about syncronicity and the universe and everything. At 3 as were leaving to go to camera repairs Michael shook my hand and slipped me a crumpled bit of paper. £20. Not bad. Camera repairs was dull and smelt of piss as usual. Jupitor John smashed someones drink against the bar wall for a decent reason. I left after another glass of wine. I was strangely sober and I have no idea why I fell asleep on the night bus. Perhaps it was the previous night. I dunno. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
12:30 pm	NO PORNOGRAPHY ALLOWED Many thanks to everyone that came down to Frank's Party last night. Erm, Kevin Evian. It was as successful as usual. The Violets showed up at 2:30am. Alex claimed that I'd saved their night. Well, that's my job. They offered me to go to some party but I had to see a man. It was, afterall that time of night. I know I said I was celibate and all that and I was and I was only 24 hours from Tulsa and all that. So anyway, he's got an apartment on The Southbank in a famous building that I shan't mention for reasons of anonominity. It's nice to have someone that I don't have to make conversation with. I don't mind talking but I think if you're intimate with someone in one way there's no need to be intimate in the other. Not unless you wanna boyfriend/girlfriend. That's a dirty word in my mind. I always leave at dawn. As soon as the tubes start running really. Do you think you'll be able to make it to The 12 Bar on Saturday? It would be good for you to follow my band from the start. Then when I'm really famous you can claim that you followed me from the beginning and it'll be true. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 21st, 2006
3:27 pm	FRANK'S PARTY TONIGHT I'M DJING AT THE SOHO ARTS CLUB TONIGHT ON FRITH STREET. 11-3. BOWIE, BLONDIE, THE KNACK, DURAN DURAN, MORRISSEY, THE SMITHS, THE BANGLES, MADONNA, THE PROCLAIMERS, THE CLASH, S EXPRESS, KIM WILDE, all that kind of thing really, oh, and loads of ELVIS!!! FREE ENTRY AND THEY DO PINTS. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 19th, 2006
3:33 pm	"THE PERSON WE DON'T MENTION" Leytonstone is very lovely today. It always is. I'm so glad I discovered this place and I'm so glad that no one I know lives here. It's rather magical. I popped into the church today to look at an exhibition celebrating 150 years of Leytonstone railway/tube. There was a video playing of the central line from the drivers eye view. It looked like it was from around 1990. The tube train was one of those old ones. It fascinated me from Liverpool Street to Leytonstone and then I got bored so I went and had a slice of Madeira cake and a cup of tea. I joined a table of old people who were talking about the best way to stop cats defacating in their garden. I suggested grated cold tar soap. They were well impressed. When I'd exhausted the exhibition and the table I went to have a look in the comic shop. I bought an old comic for 30p titled "Man of War". I just liked the title. The comic shop's well weird. It's all damp and dark and there's thousands of comics everywhere. Then he sells weird records. Like from female singers that never made it from 1983. And the man's weird aswell. He looks like that one from Dungeons and Dragons, y'know the little man with the white hair that gives them wisdom. Except the man in the comic shop's got black hair. I bought The Rocky Horror Show soundtrack from Tesco's last week. I don't know what I was expecting but I haven't even listened to it. The novelty of playing The Timewarp in my set wore off before I even played it. So I thought I'd take the CD back and get something else. I'd opened it so I gave the customer service woman some crap about track 2 not working. She said I couldn't get my money back or exchange it for another title so I had to go and search for exactly the same CD which took 15 minutes. Anyway, that's a bit boring so I don't know why I'm telling you. By Leytonstone tube station there's sometimes a band playing. Not like guitars and stuff but an orchestra. Although today it's a saxophonist and a steel band. Last night I was on the door at the hostilary fomerly known as The Carnaervon Castle but now known as The Camden Rock Cafe. Camden. Fuckinghell, it's a dump. I can't believe that when I first moved to London I thought it must be the place to be. It's just full of people going nowhere. And what is the deal with drinking in the streets? Skunk, Charlie, Pills? Everywhere you turn there's someone after you for something. It's a vile, vile place. In fact that goes for most of North London. I avoid it as much as I can nowadays. I know you probably live in North London and I have no idea why. After I finished the door I went down to The 12 Bar for my friend Barnet's night. He's my favourite friend at the moment. He's even given my band a gig at The 12 Bar next Saturday. A midnight slot aswell. Cooler than fuck man! At 2:15am I made a brief visit downstairs. It was strangely empty. Michael gave me a membership card. I have no idea why as I've been hanging around that place twice a week for 2 years. It's nice to have a membership card. "We must do dinner next week darling". "Sure thing". Michael bought me the best meal I ever had once. It was so good that there is a detailed account of it somewhere in this journal. When I got in Radio 2 had a text and phone in about aliens. I gave my pennysworth and texted in that E.T. was a documentary. They read it out. Then the DJ went off on one about how cute E.T. was. They read my full name out and said London so I was well pleased. I then texted my Mum to tell her. I think it was around 5am. I tried to find other phone ins but failed and fell asleep. This morning my radio was still on full blast and I woke up feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. I thought of all the people that had heard my name. All over the world. Being known makes me feel happier. I don't know why. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 16th, 2006
5:26 pm	SYNTH POP NIGHT TONIGHT If you're stuck for something to do what could be better than watching me DJ inbetween some synth pop bands? I don't care if you come as I'd rather you came to my gigs. But anyway, just thought I'd let you know. THE ENTERPRISE OPPOSITE CHALK FARM TUBE 8-11 3 OR 4 BANDS I'll probably be a bit crap as I only ever DJ at The Arts. I'll be using my crap free CD's from various publications. My gig last night was well good. I was on top form as usual. Ben, the bassist kept cracking up laughing at my ad libs. He always does that. Then he split his finger and bled all over his bass. That was so cool. Alan wore a hat and looked reluctant but he was good. Jack played the drums as well as he always does. I'm in the best band in the world. Sorry if you're in a band. But my band is better. I ended up in Gerry's after. They kept playing the same 2 songs over and over again. Dream a little Dream by The Mamas and the Papas and Disco Inferno. There were 6 people in there. It's getting stranger. Then I went to The Arts to check out how crap the other DJ is compared to me. He was crap. Not many people were there. They gave me free drinks and let me stay behind for a bit so that was cool. I caught the night bus. It was weird without my Walkman. I stopped off at the 24 hour mini market before going home. I bought noodles and porn. This new porn magazine is better than the old ones I've got. It should keep me entertained for about a week. The only person that came to my gig from Livejournal last night was Aug so many thanks to him. We got paid though and more people came to see us than any other band. That's cos we're the best band. Yeah. So there you go. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
2:51 pm	MY BAND PLAY TONIGHT! BRIXTON TELEGRAPH. DUNNO WHERE IT IS. 8:30PM. DO OR DIE. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 13th, 2006
12:15 am	"Just like when you're sitting there and all the water's run out of the bath tub" The kind man in the room down the corridor let me use his internet. Badlands is on the small television set behind me. The end is coming. I don't know whether I'm drunk cos I can't work it out. I love this film. BADLANDS is the only film I care about. Apart from E.T. but that's a documentary innit? BADLANDS reminds me of Andy Cope and all those late nights spent sniffing poppers when I'd just turned 18. It's always best to be easily impressed. Sitting opposite me is the Brazilian man. He's 30. I just asked him that. "How olds you"? He said "24" I reply. "Huh, that's young". "Where d'yuh wanna be in 10 years time"? I shout above this laptop. "Sometimes I feel ok but sometimes I want to get together with my friends, my family, my girlfriend". "You got girlfriend"? "She not got visa". I like this bit of Badlands. When they drive to Montana and they eat salt grass that tastes like cabbage. And then they light camp fire. So romantic. I wish I could meet someone with a quiff that was so up to killing people with a little emotion as me. MY BAND'S PLAYING BRIXTON TELEGRAPH 8/8:30PM ON TUESDAY. DO OR DIE. BE THERE OR..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... (2 Comments |Comment on this)