Archive for April, 2001

passport shame

Holy Mary Mother of God. Who are these people? Well actually, the weird-looking one is me, whilst the others are talented in ways that scientists are only just beginning to discover. Mind you, judging by the picture below, taken nearly thirty years ago, I haven’t aged much…

Some of these people are fairly wealthy now. One of them isn't

…by the way, I’m the one in the back row in the middle, in case you weren’t sure.

jail cam

Sheriff Arpaio is convinced that using the worldwide web will deter crime. It is his hope that the ONLY visit you make to his jail is this one – a virtual visit. Warning: This is a real life transmission of the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office Madison Street Jail. Instances of violence or sexually inappropriate behavior by detainees during the booking process may occur. Viewer discretion is advised. This is a jail not a simulation. The persons in this transmission are either employees of Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office, other police agencies in Maricopa County or arrestees. Under the United States and Arizona Constitution a person is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Let’s all hope we never get banged up by Sheriff Joe.

kilburn pub crawl

Experiments in Alcohol, part 957
And there I was, fairly certain of a much needed quiet night in… when my flatmate decided that we should go on an impromtu pub-crawl, starting at the bottom end of Kilburn High Road and finishing at the top. I was going to post a detailed venue-by-venue review of the evening, taking into account general ambience, friendliness of staff, price and range of drinks, cleanliness of the toilets etc, thinking that by doing so I’d be providing a valuable reference tool for drinkers in North-West London. Some hope. 15 pubs in two and a half hours is not a good idea, especially when you’re mixing drinks. Lager. Rum. Scotch. Bourbon. And, to be honest, there are entire swathes of the evening that I have difficulty recollecting, so a guide wouldn’t really be accurate…

mogwai report

Ugh. Went to see Mogwai last night. They rocked. Left venue at 4am. Woke up this morning in the bed of a rather attractive lady from Kazakhstan. Now there’s someting you don’t get to say every day. Still quite drunk. Do I have to work today? Yes, I’m afraid so.

new concept

I think I may have inadvertently started a new blogging design fad. This got me to thinking that content provided in this way, born out of pure laziness and lack of inspiration on my part, might be extended to the rest of my site and not just the about section. So here goes…

Here is a link.

Here is another link.

Here is a third link.

First two links via this link.

mmm… doesn’t really work, does it? Back to the drawing board.

Harry Dean Parton

In a perfect world, Harry Dean Stanton would be my dad and Dolly Parton my mum. Is this wrong?

no bobby

I’m in Tower Records, Piccadilly Circus branch. They don’t have anything by Bobby Hebb. Wankers. Ha, but they’ll learn, oh yes, when I use the keyboard shortcuts to make blogjam the default homepage on one of their outrageously expensive £1.20 for twenty bastard minutes of Internet access PCs…