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Almost finished

Bye bye 2009, almost. It’s been…. well for the most part it’s been fun, it’s been good, I’ve learnt a lot, and will take some of that into the coming year.

Christmas was, as ever, a mixbag of anti-climax, lots of food, laughter, some alcohol and a nasty hacking cough.

I have resolutions ready, one only, and will tape them to my mirror as that seemed to help a bit with the ones I had last year (Exercise, Lose Weight).

And whilst I’d love to do a big round up of the past year I’m not going to.

Not done one before, and don’t see why I should start now.

Hope you’ve all had a good ‘festive period’ (that’s what we call it now, right?) and that 2010 brings you everything you want and deserve.

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Santa is on his way

So, go on then, which list are you on? Naughty or Nice?

Naughty for me, without doubt, and frankly I wouldn’t have it any other way. Those “Nice” kids have no fun whatsoever, life is too short.

I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve already, but then as my sleeping patterns are all fucked up as I’m hacking and coughing like a the seasoned 80-a-day smoker I’m not. Huge balls of phlegm that gargle and bubble in my… ohh too much information? Sorry. It’s not too bad to be honest, and if nothing lese means I have a real excuse for sitting watching movies all day (all 4 hours of The Ten Commandments the other day, currently singing along to The King and I).

And tomorrow the big day itself. A day of presents and food, and drink and.. ohh I’m tired thinking about it already.

Perhaps it’s time for another snooze.

To all who celebrate, have a very Merry Christmas!

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I can remember the first time I heard it, in the Clyde Bar in Helensburgh. Raw, explosive, vitriolic and, to my 17yr old ears, a spitting hammer blow through my music collection.

I bought the CD that weekend and as soon as I got home, rushed up to my room, closed the door (I’m not THAT rebellious), put it in the stereo and turned it up loud.

Thumping bass notes, screeching guitar and THAT refrain.


As a track it still has enough raw energy and youthful (misguided) attitude to remain an anthem to many an angsty, angry, acne-ridden youth, and through the “power of the internet” it’s now the Christmas number 1 for 2009.

And yes, I bought it. And yes I’m glad I did.

Not because of any “sticking it to the man” sympathies, as many have pointed out, Sony own both record labels so they win either way.

Not to get at X-Factor per se, as it at least drives me to source other forms of music and find richer seams of pleasure away from the (mostly) manufactured crap that peppers the charts.

Not (just) because, musically, I much prefer a good bit of noisy rock to yet another ballad.

And definitely not to “get at Joe”, who seems wholly likable and sounds a bit like Neil Sedaka to me and that’s no bad thing (really, it’s not).

Nope, I mainly just to placate that tiny piece of me that remains rebellious, the bit that gets tattoos. To have a small amount of “fuck it” in my life, to get away from the tensions and strains of being an adult.

That’s really all there is to it.

So I’m not really raging against the machine, more *mildly not too keen on the thingmabob.

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