Friday, 11 September 2009

i am sure sure sure you are a matador

Sometimes I really do wonder if all the crap is worth it. I guess this weekend will tell me whether it is or not.

Aside from all the emotional bullshit, actually seem to have a half-decent weekend lined up. Tonight, after a brief sleep, I should hopefully be heading up to London for Jose Vanders' EP launch. That is if there's still tickets. Here's hoping.

Saturday I'll be getting a train with Issy up to London, where I will be making like Zane Lowe again and interviewing Johnny Foreigner. The slightly weird upshot of it is that Beatcast are recording it for a forthcoming DVD, so I think I will be on Johnny Foreigner's next album somehow. Bizarre. Maybe it will kick-start a career in television. HA.

Sunday I think I will be chilling out, maybe band practice, maybe go see Blakfish in Kingston. We shall see.

In other news, it's my 14th season at Surbiton Hockey Club, and the first week EVER that I've been available to play, and not selected. Wow.

Current listening:
Sky Larkin - The Golden Spike
Mineral - End Serenading
Death Cab For Cutie - The Photo Album

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