I can sort of cope with the idea that Eno is a bit self-satisfied at times. The diary book he wrote, "A Year With Swollen Appendices" is a mixture of thought-provoking and smug on almost every page but he's so good when he's good that I always feel obliged to give him the benefit of the doubt...
This reminds me of an as yet untested game me and my girlfriend invented to play in job interviews whereby when you are asked a question you roll your eyes back in your head and pull a sort of shamanic mong-face before snapping back to normal and answering with articulate lucidity. As I say I...
Well that's cheering in a sense. On the heads up asses question I heard Radio 4's take on this story yesterday and it seemed to be unwittingly attempting to reinforce the notion that we are essentially too stupid to live.
Personally I think the idea of you and Bobby sitting in the park all night adds nicely to the mythology. Playing to a packed and sweaty house one minute and shivering your tits off with a can of Stella on a bench for the rest of the night. It's like some Belleville Three shit.
Wiley is http://twitter.com/vneckjumper. You'll be surprised to hear he's got a touch of the egomaniac about him.
I'm now strapped in for the rollercoaster ride of your tweets Mr. Eden...
I can think of more than a few combinations with comedy mileage, but essentially the idea of band dynamics mixing it up with board dynamics plus massive self-conscious musical geekery/axes to grind (:p) would overpower my sensibilities I feel.
Can you really play bass though Mr T?
I know this isn't the Wetherspoons thread but has anyone been in that one in Forest Hill? Went in there on about Jan 3rd in seriously post-Xmas depleted mode and it was like some kind of end-of-capitalism scenario soundtracked by The Caretaker crossed with, well, a Wetherspoons.
Yup. They guy I particularly liked was this black dude in a rather outre shiny suit, sunglasses and a pith helmet, who always seemed to be in there holding a bottle of white wine in a wine cooler. Really rocking the insane African dictator look. I tried to get a photo of him with my girlfriend...
I'm not a Londoner but my girlfriend worked in the wholefood shop Stoke Newington for a bit and occasionally I would keep her company by sitting about a mile away in the weatherspoons on the High Street. Very entertaining from a people-watching point of view. I would second the comment someone...
I normally find annoyingness quite a turn-on, but the woman has to be attractive as well, so Sam Taylor-Wood doesn't really tick any boxes for me.
Sorry, forgot the NO BITCHING rule. :eek:
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