Fucking Students

It's Bank Holiday Monday and I'm not at work. I would actually prefer to be at work, I'm missing out on £140 by sitting here writing this. Having not worked for nearly six months I'd prefer to be out grinding at the earth like a tilling Anglo-Saxon peasant. But at least the holiday means that I don't have to get up at the crack of sparrows to drive the hour to work whilst listening to Lauren droning on and on about Heston Blumenthal's TV program from the night before. So it's not all bad, eh? I've been making good use of the extended weekend by drinking and sleeping. Mainly drinking on my own whilst watching Britain's Got Talent. I lead a full life, I tell you! I cleaned the house on Saturday and as I went around the front room I lifted the cushions off the sofa to find the detritus of the previous occupants of the house. I was amazed at the laziness of the students cunts that populated this place. The sofa was stuffed with crap they'd dropped down the cushion sides and never bothered to get out again. Spanners, decks of cards, pens, pencils, clothes pegs and various tickets/doctor's appointments were jammed under there. What the fuck are people like? How didn't they feel this lot sticking into them when they were sat down?

It came from beneath the sofa...

I did call into York centre on Saturday, ostentatiously to see if Logan Josh's claims of Stahlhelms was true. He'd informed me that The Blue Moon Trading Company was unknowingly selling reproduction German World War One helmets as World War Two items. They certainly were, but the price put me off a bit, nearly £70! I quite like the idea of sitting around watching telly and drinking whilst looking like Ernst Jünger getting ready to raid a trench, but the price was a bit too steep for me. I declined the offer and consoled myself with four AC/DC CDs and four DVDs instead.

'What's on the other side?'
'Errr... Strictly Come Dancing on Ice'

I got myself Clerks, Into The Wild, The Blue Max and Last Tango in Paris. I began watching Clerks the other day and realised a lot of time has passed since I first watched it and it's not actually as good as I'd remembered. Stilted dialogue, over acting and preposterous situations don't really make a good film I'm afraid... Last Tango in Paris was also slightly disappointing, not nearly as good as it has been made out to be, with all the controversy. I also have no idea when 'uncut, uncensored version' can legitimately be claimed as a DVD 'extra'. I haven't watched Into The Wild yet, but have heard nothing but good things about it, and the Blue Max was bought 'cos it's such a good film anyway.

It's a Pfalz, yeah you heard me, a fucking Pfalz!

Speaking of music, as I wasn't, I got hold of the new release of Jaldaboath, if you like Metal, Monty Python and Medieval shit then I can't recommend it enough. Anyone that does a cover of the Rent-A-Ghost theme gets a thumbs up from me... As does this collection of GG Allin CDs/DVD I also got this weekend, WWGGD?