Oh and we saw cymbals eat guitars at rough trade East

They were ace.
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Today was silly

Blearily stumbled into work. Work was quite frighteningly similar to what is was like in my twenties. Listened to NEU 75 and Debussi's arabesque no 1 for the first times. Both ace.

Tried in vain to stitch the crotch of some jeans while Dana ran over policemen on the Xbox. Currentl watching a channel four mock up of what it'd be like if we hanged Gary glitter. Possibly the shittest and most portracted piece of nonsense ever.

Bed soon.
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Sunday

Sunday was textbook...Aimless wandering around The British Museum...Old Greek boobies and suchlike...sea creatures and cocks cut off statues. Then I drank enough coffee to wake Darby Crash and read more of The Count Of Monte Cristo.

He really is a sneaky old stick, is that count.

Then I nursed the American with melted cheese and powerade while blowing up policemen in Liberty City.

Bolognese, a Bettie Page biopic and bed.

Sunday.

So this will be a diary of sorts

I turned 30 on Saturday. 15 of our chums had champagne and scotch eggs and cake up Primrose Hill. We went to London Zoo where we saw some more-than acceptable giraffes, some fickle bearded pigs,a thirsty Brainlove and best of all I STARED INTO THE TIGER'S EYES.

Edinburgh Castle, Fireworks at Ali pali a and then the creaky pubs of North London.

Plus I got a knee-trembler of a guitar and Pavement tickets! What a fucking win-Olympics all round.


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