Oxford Road, Manchester, 2007
When signalling for a taxi a double decker bus hit my hand.
absolute crap and nonsense
Oxford Road, Manchester, 2007
When signalling for a taxi a double decker bus hit my hand.
1. Can the media refrain from the use of terms like 'The big freeze' or 'big chill' etc. until the next ice age comes along.
2. I feel misrepresented by my top artists/tracks on Spotify. They're always a week behind and often completely wrong.
In the spirit of nostalgia here is a link to a blast from the past:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4699216841671463993#
I lived there. Looking back it was actually a hell of a lot worse than this caricature. But then this was produced by a couple of Lightside softies.
Watching it now (I've watched it 20+ times) the comedy is all but lost and the thing that strikes me the most is the acoustics change from the corridor to the room. That's exactly what it sounded like. It's odd as it's something you'd never have as a memory of the place but as soon as you hear it, you're sent back in time.
Having reached this grand old age and having lived such a colourful life, I am consumed by the lure of chronicling my existence for the ages. I know this will be a challenge - like taming a raging beast into edible chunks. But even the most furiously insane of cattle must be herded into the abattoir.
And so here it will begin...In no chronological order, in small context-free snippets...
Memoirs #1
As I youth I set The Jabberwocky to music.
Re-Up: 14 whiskys later and McNulty grabs onto the nearest woman at the post-grad bash