Start of something. Maybe the start of something special, but probably not.

So, I still don't feel like you know me, that is if anybody has stumbled over this and read that first post. Never the less, I'm going just kinda ramble and blog and see where this takes me, not like I'm doing anything more important. I'm going to start my podcast, but as of yet it has no context, so it will feel disjointed and stuff. I'm thinking it will take at least five to get into the swing at least, if I'll find a swing at all. I may record it tonight, but I'm kinda already drunk and there are people in the house. Being incoherent sober leads me to think this may be a bad night to begin.

Finally got into OK Go; having promised myself for months to give their stuff a listen, I finally got my dirty dirty paws on the albums. Man, it's surprisingly sexy, but then again, with a video which spews as much appeal as "A Million Ways" does, I don't think I should be at all shocked. If you haven't seen that yet by the way, you should definitely video-google it now. My new found enjoyment of this band has led me to cause a further caesura in my bank account so that I may see them at the far end of this month. Should be a fun night. Different kind of gig for me though; I doubt drunk opethian twins will apprehend me with their love of morningrise while Aaron Stainthorpe growls the crowd to ecstasy and I debate whether to buy the twins' beer or a band tee. What a wonderful gig that was, must go in september. The twins got their beer in case you were wondering the outcome. While on the topic of gigs, going to enjoy The Mighty Boosh in early april, those two are absolutely wonderful, seems to be a solid topic of debate though, as most people watch it and wonder if they have slipped into a tacky nightmare... each to their own I guess.

Tonight I'm fueled by Brahma, the brazilian beer. Odd stuff, not what I'd ever expected from it. I think I know too much about what I want to be drinking... I shall not do my pisshead alcohol praising ramble tonight, but one day it will be unleashed I'm sure.

Screwed up today, I'm not sure I can really redeem myself on this occation. Spent all week telling myself the 5th was important. Tremendously Important, yes, that's right, capital letters Important! However, I neglected to remember as to why it was so very important. So, I woke up, exposed and shocked, as two of my friends look into my room at me. I'm not a pretty sight; uncovered hairy legs spead at odd angles, cover over my head to hide myself from the migraine of heavy drinking. I reached for my shirt and appologised that I was in such a state and dragged my ass out of bed. I stuble across my room as my friends leave to make themselves a breakfast while I turn over the calander, "WOW, it's the fifth and the seven dwarves may or may not all have beards. Why is it the fifth?" I pull on my jeans and drag my ass down stairs to make some bacon breaded loveliness, still pondering why it is the fifth. Of course, by this point I know why it is the fifth, because of the calander and the romans and the passage and social experience of time; that is not what I mean by the question, and by now, two bites into fried slice of pig on bread, I've managed to reform the question into "why am I bothered that it is the fifth?" But the sustenance has allowed me to shorten that into the purer mantra of, "why am I bothered?" and so I begin my day. About an hour after my friends have departed, I receive a text from one of them informing me she has made it home and thanking me for letting them crash. I reply to her text and then send another couple of texts to try and maintain the thin social network which I inhabit. One of these was to a close friend who I had fallen out with on thursday, I was a brief appology to try and patch things up. She sent a reply which made me wish I had dwelt on this mornings questionings. Her reply was "we're fine, don't dwell on it, I'm having a great birthday, speak soon," I read it, and then I re-read it, and then I looked at my calander, and then I re-read it and somewhere in the back of my mind all of this was pieced together, while the front of my mind screamed at the top of it's voice, "WOW, You're really a self indulgent shit head, aren't you John?" The 5th is Her Birthday! that's what was so sodding important that I just ignored it! So, hot damn, I screwed up. She went out of her way, far above the call of duty to show she gave a crap on my birthday, and I don't even have the common courtesy to remember hers! She'll forgive me, if she even realises I have forgotten, but that doesn't change that I screwed up. So, moral of this little tale; if you want a friend who cares about you, don't choose me :D.

Right, I've just spend a nice sized passage retelling that so I think I'll call it a day for this post. I may become a bit more frequent, particularly if I'm pulling a podcast out my ass, if you are interested in reading more of my craziness. Stay funky.