So its fucking xmas time again. Other people's burst of joy at the end of the year just plain shits me. The same fuckers wishing me merry bloody xmas were flipping me the bird in August in a pique of road rage, pissing in my front yard on the way home from the pub in April and being general ass holes for 11 and a half months of the year. I'm sick of being nice to people all year and being shat on (not nuggets, the fruity stuff with high stick stench) and then expected to Kris Kringle like nothing has happened. You know what. Xmas is like confession to all modern wankers, it's like to them a gift or two wipes all their sins and the father of consumerism will accept them into the mall of wonders when they die. Which cant be soon enough.
And by the way, thank fucking god for annual leave in this country. Working over xmas whilst every dullard fuck inflicts their tourist persona elsewhere is my idea of the best present ever. woo hoo. i love that you get frequent flyer points on your monsanto fed grocery bill. I get the office to myself and can work in peace without having to hear more bloody shite about commercial television or listen to middle age zombies recite other peoples opinions about other peoples lives.
Is there any respite to the inane banalities of consumerist, jones keep upperers, brain dead waste of spacers? luckily there is. Tune into www.threedradio.com perhaps the worlds only totally volunteer run radio station. No play lists, real people and only one live cover band playing the same song every week. You'd think this place is a Hoot if you believed everything you read but in fact it's a gas. So don my trousers Morrissy you son of a bitch and go get fucked, leave the art to the rest of us you sell out fat fuck.
Tonight's breath of fresh air is:
(BAND/ARTIST, Track. Album)
1. THE COSMIC DEAD, The Black Rabbit. Self Titled.
2. THROBBING GRISTLE, Live 3/12/04 ATP Camber Sands. Do What You Want, Dont Do Whatever You Dont Want.
3. SWANS, The Apostate. The Seer.
4. SUNBURNED HAND OF THE MAND, Letter To Complicated Dreams. Mind Of A Brother.
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