Jesus... what do you do with a three and a half month holiday, besides find a job, Leeds festival and possibly Marxism 2007 in London? Of course- waste it on MySpace/Smashingpumpkins.com... I might write a novel and put it up chapter by chapter.. a la Billy's biography.

....Anyone in north east england need a crap guitarist?

I've a half idea for a little project to keep me on the right side of sanity- basically, I've discovered the joys of candid street photography. People always get sniffy and awkward about having their pictures taken when they're going about their daily business, so I hide a camera and snap away. Everyone's a winner!

I want people to give me scenes and scenarios etc. to photograph- say, for example, you want a picture of an elderly gent in a tracksuit and a bowler hat, so I try and find one, and take his picture withot him knowing and put it up on my page....

... it's lame, I know. I have a feeling I'm degrading 'Art' by getting MySpace involved. I think I should at least have used a more obscure blog site for 'indie cred'.

If you've made it to the end of this insomniacs ramble (it's 3:10 am. I'm supposed t get up at 7), you're a saint. Your place is reserved midst the elect in heaven... or, pending God's non-existence, you're a sad twat. Both are something to be proud of in this posturing self-consciously-nihillistic s**tbath (i made up a new word! woo!) of a world.

Peace out!
Viva la Revolution!
Burn flags as fuel!
Not in my nombre!
hugandkssestoallyouprettygirlsandboys.


Fin.