Technological blips

Tweet According to people here and here, the mighty Times New Viking are returning to Ireland on the 17th of October. Good news for people who love noisy news. It will be part of a Drowned in Sound thing, called 'shred your face off with machine gun shards of noise you pussies!' or something to that effect. Madly, No Age and Los! Campesinos are on the same bill and it will be less than sixteen quid. I'm intrigued to find out in what order the bands are playing? I mean if Los! Campesinos have to follow either of those two bands up, their fey xylophone jingles will need to penetrate a lot of gloppy wax and ear bloodfarts to make any sort of impact, surely? Still, it is only delightful news on the gig front altogether. Tonight, I wanted to write about a few things I don't like, the yin to the last blog's yang. All I can think of at the moment is Jeremy Clarkson, and he just makes me feel weary and depressed. There is no point in slagging such a smug totem of inhumanity. So fuck that shit. Also, I lost my laptop. Every time I press a key on this hunk of Toshiba junk (my lovely sister`s), the click is a grim reminder of what an absent-minded dolt I can be sometimes. I'd crawl over broken glass and gnaw Jeremy Clarkson's toenails off his feet (while he chastises me for being Irish) to get my old laptop back. On second thoughts, not Clarkson's toenails, maybe Julian who does the Corrie links on UTV, his toenails? I dunno, I just want my fucking laptop back. I can see it now, face down in the Liffey, covered in geen slime and crustaceans, blinking its last feeble blips of life into the murk, and gurgling a distorted grandaddy ditty to itself. Because it was a Mac, I like to think it had a little heart like ET had. Good-bye my little friend. You served me well. I'm probably obsessing over it too much cos my girlfriend's in New York. I miss her loads too. But its nice and russet outside so I'll go for a walk before the floods come again. I don't have any MP3s to post unless you want to hear a Toshiba jingle. Instead, for a forceful slap in the face of sheer what-the-fuckery check this out for size. Glenn Campbell singing that stupid flipping Greenday nursery rhyme on his Myspace. Fuck the floods, this means the world is now officially coming to an end. Glenn, God love him, wrote few of the songs he is famous for singing, but surely his voice was meant for greater things than this?