Have I just woken up and stepped out into a scene from Terminator II?
What the real meaning behind these riots is unknown. After all, the Police killing a man is hardly anything new. I don’t recall this kind of unrest after the MET brutally murdered an innocent man named Jean Charles de Menezes.
This goes a hell of a lot deeper than that and while I’m pretty sure there are underground cells at work orchestrating this, it’s still the general public that are carrying out the orders.
I really do understand the anger that is so deeply rooted in the more deprived areas of the Capital and Britain as a whole. Your Government sold you out and couldn’t give a flying fuck about any of you. I would be more shocked if you weren’t filled with rage.
But if the school bully steals your lunch, what do you do? Surely then stealing the kids next to you just makes you as bad as the bully doesn’t it? Well that’s exactly what you are doing by rioting and smashing up peoples lives on the streets of London.
You’re not angry with the guy that owns the local corner shop are you? So why the fuck are you burning it down?
After 9/11 and 7/7 the Government took away most of your basic freedoms. And we all know they want the rest as well. They want you like the farm yard cattle they see you as. Meat that is useless to them unless it’s obedient and pays it’s taxes on time.
Don’t you see that by rioting you are doing exactly what they want you to do? Now they have the excuse they want to get troops on the streets and take away what freedom you have (or think you have) left. In fact, even the general population are CALLING for troops to come in and stop the riots.
So when we should have been united against a common enemy, we’re instead, disjointed and opposed.
There is one simple way to fight the Government that has cast you overboard. And that is by NOT FIGHTING. A simple statement of non-compliance is what we, the people, need.
Simply say “NO” to your Government. Say “NO” to The Sun and other media outlets that feed us the bullshit we’re fed every day. And forget smashing the windows of Tescos. Simply stop shopping there and those windows will soon be boarded up. And who knows, it may even be replaced by a local green grocers in the end.
I’m sorry I’ve been crap on the posting front. I have been on holiday in Greece for the last little while. It was a nice little break that turned out to be more carnage than relaxing getaway.
I’m back now though and nearly recovered from all the 20 pint a day massacres. I now need to concentrate on the swim and getting myself ready for recording and the new football season.
I’m back in the studio with Guy Page and the lads on the 16th to start work on track number two of album number two. Adrienne is already recorded and mixed so that’s a positive start.
This record will sound very different to the last one but hopefully not so different that you won’t ‘get’ it. So much has happened since I released ‘It gets Worse At Night’ that to be honest, I hardly recognise myself. I am no longer that naive, positive, “everything will be alright” kind of character. I am twenty nine and am well aware now that it won’t be alright. BUT…that doesn’t mean I won’t give it my all to ensure it’s as near to alright as possible.
Positivity minus denial. That could be a good album title if I didn’t already have it chosen.
I stepped back in the pool for the first time since holiday yesterday and banged out a pretty rapid 50 lengths just to get myself warmed up and back into it. I swim on August 13th so the date is fast approaching.
I thought I’d be a lot more nervous than I am but I feel pretty calm about it. I am not taking it for granted and I am well aware just how difficult it will be. But I’ve beaten harder things than a 9 knot rip tide and I have no intention of becoming a failure any time soon.
Please check out the swim page and be as generous as possible. Click here.
I have my first pre-season friendly of the season tonight. I’m not sure 8 days in Stalis was great preparation. I’ll whack some pics at the bottom and you can be the judge.
Also, I have a couple more shows booked so check out the Gigs page!
My Mrs is away tanning herself in Greece, so I’m left alone to my own devices. Now normally what you’d expect is for me to take the time to write new material and concentrate on productive things to keep my mind from wondering.
A mans mind does crazy things when his Mrs is out of reach. I think at about 4am this morning I was picturing her making love to another man while laughing at a photo of me. I am insane.
So…my album is written and currently being recorded so no productivity needed there. Instead… I’ve built this…
Note the big TV with FIFA, the small portable with TV on, the laptop set up, an Xbox chair, and just out of shot, a bottle of red wine.
While this is somewhat lonely, I bet you fellas are a little bit jealous!
I know I’m not renowned in the 4 to 8 year old musical bracket but that is my audience this Friday.
I am playing the Dover Park School Fete at 2pm. It’s my old primary school and my niece and nephew also go there. It’s always nice to give something back. Especially as I basically caused carnage for my 4 years there.
I’m a big fan of the brick work. I became quite pally with it while I stood facing it for almost every break time.
I’m on at 2pm, it’s totally free and it’s all there to support the school.
I hope you are all very well and happy and smiling and all that stuff.
I’m smashed off my tits on Codeine while listening to Frank Turners new album. That’s not me trying to be rock and roll. I’m genuinely smacked up on painkillers just to be able to breathe properly.
I stupidly played two games of Beach Soccer at the weekend and ended up back at the hospital yesterday. For some reason I believe I am immortal. It simply isn’t the case unfortunately.
I have been told that I’m not allowed to do anything for a minimum of three weeks. I have even been banned from sex by my doctor. I reckon he just threw that in there to piss me off to be honest. Maybe he isn’t getting any and so doesn’t fancy letting anyone else have any either.
“Oh that is a nasty nose bleed. So sex for three weeks”
Seriously though, I’m not allowed to get out of breath. I wanted to explain that I don’t normally last long enough to lose my breath. But then I figured that since he was holding a pot of my urine, he probably knew enough about me as it was.
Checking my urine for kidney damage. I took quite a smack in the ribs people.
This weekend I am playing a few slots at The Isle of Wight Festival. All I know so far is that I’m playing Friday evening and Saturday evening. I’ll let you know exact times as soon as I have them.
I really should get rehearsing this afternoon. I’ve just done 75 pages of spread sheets in one day so I reckon I’m on a roll.
I might even write something new. Something happy. Something so not like me.
I’m down in Wales this weekend with Tippers and our mate Rich. We’ve come to surprise our old roadie mate Nigel. When we were in the band years ago, this man basically did everything for us. Drove us, cooked for us, kissed us goodnight and tucked us in to bed. You name it, he did it.
What better way to say thanks then to arrive at his house, drunk at 10:30 pm and smash on his front door shouting “Police! Open up boyo! We’ve got some questions we’d like to ask you”.
It could have back fired however when he opened the door with a clenched fist, ready to smash in the first person he saw. That person was me.
If anyone saw this weeks Isle of Wight County Press (www.iwcp.co.uk) you’d have seen a piece about our beach soccer trip to Italy. My club side, Sandown Sociedad are English Champions and are off in June to compete against the top club sides in Europe. I couldn’t have looked more Italian in the photo. Maybe there is something my folks didn’t tell me.
I’ll let you know if the games are on TV.
Be safe people. I’m going to get royally bladdered today. If I die, know I love you. xxx