Live Forever, LG

Had a proper look today at Liam Gallagher's brand (Pretty Green), as in IT the other day I watched a video of an interview with him about it. The clothes themselves are decent looking for the mod-style, but I can't really say they're anything special. I mean, they're "top", but if I was going to spend £240 on a Parka, I'd much rather go Ted Baker or Paul Smith. I considered heavily the prospect of purchasing quite a few things today, but I went for a lovely pair of shoes and a little Hollister number, a brand most respected for it's muscle-fitting qualities. Not trying to say I'm hench to that degree, but their clothes are extremely flattering.

I ended up buying the shoes displayed to the left anyway. I like boots, but I couldn't find a pair that I liked that much. The type I refer to as "JLS boots" I'm not too keen on, but they suit most people. I only thought I'd show these on here because I love them, and they cost me a fair wack - so enjoy them. (I wish I could get the background of that picture to black, looks stupid).

Anyway, there isn't much of a point to this blog, I just fancied writing one. Interestingly, I haven't been doing much this week, just spending the day time in school and spending the evenings sleeping. It's been somewhat of a dodgy week for my internet though, it hasn't really been working. Whenever this happens I get round to reading one of my many books I have stacked up from people buying them me at Christmas. I'm reading now "Heavier than Heaven" by Charles R. Cross. It's basically a biography on Kurt Cobain. I'm really enjoying it so far, I've read about half. I recommend it to anyone who - like me - likes reading about troubled people and people who lead mental lives. When you read a book like this though you usually find out their crazy antics are always exaggerated by the media, or in Kurt's case, by himself. The books go through the same pattern, well seem to. Troubled childhood - finds meaning - looses meaning - starts drugs - stops drugs - starts drugs - dies. This kind of scares me considering Pete Doherty has this cycle (Without the troubled childhood kind of), and he is yet to die. I don't want that now do I?

Only a short blog tonight, as I'm off down to the pub with a few worthy companions. I am still not old enough to drink, which is ridiculous considering it's my birthday on February 1st. (A few days away from the day I'm writing this). I guess it's just one of those things everyone goes through and I have to be patient, I'm still going to have a fair few tonight though, oh and maybe a nice pack of ready salted crisps. My favourite crisps are smoky bacon if you were wondering by the way. Enjoy your evenings and weekends guys!

P.S I promised this guy a mention the other day, but he probably has forgot and won't even realise I've done so, but here you go Jack Symes - Enjoy his blog people.

Last minute decisions

formed last weekend pretty much (apart from the pre-planned trip to Birmingham Saturday morning). I'm glad it's been that way though, because the weekend has been decent in comparison to some that have recently passed. I felt tired all through Friday at school, and then I was thrown an enticing invitation to a house party in the evening. I gladly accepted and invited the usual rounds round to my humble abode for some banter and lager. Not forgetting of course, some Noddy Holder shots and some ridiculous flavoured spirits. We ventured to this party around 9, I felt tired and went home about 11 though so I don't really have much to report about that. I did however get home in time for Shameless on +1! Speaking of Shameless, it's funny how people come to the conclusion that "this series isn't as good as the previous or the first or whatever", literally after half an episode. If anything it's got funnier, they've just done what The Inbetweeners did and take what everyone found funny and multiplied it by 10. At least they found Frank anyway.

Just finished a crazy Libertines fuelled revision session, when I say revision - I mean flicking through my P.E text book glancing at page titles and thinking yeah I know that. I've never been big into revision. I think I did 15 minutes total for all my GCSE's, not something I'm proud of, but nevertheless I did well. A-Levels however require somewhat more revision than I'm willing to commit to. I wish I could sit and revise all night like some people can, but I'm glad I don't - YOU SAD PRICKS.

The past few days have been terrible, but they've also been decent. A first bad thing - my iPhone has been playing up, considering I've only had it a few months now I'm not too happy. Vodafone have gave me a replacement for a bit though, that was nice of them! A second bad thing -  my dad is ill again, but I'd rather not talk about that. I think I'll write about some nice things now. My training has been going really well recently, working hard at the gym is starting to actually pay off. Got a few new training buddies so it's nice to have new people to go with. I need to start going with Chris more though, because when you train with somebody who is an absolute beast it kinda helps.

I'll leave this for now because I'm severely distracted by FIFA. Here's a short video clip for you to enjoy.

Letraset is a wonderful word,

although I'm still not entirely sure what it means. The internet tells me it's something to do with art and the process of "dry transfer lettering used to create artwork". I heard it in an Arctic Monkeys song anyway, from their new album of course - there aren't many confusing words in the previous two. Alex Turner is one of my favourite song writers along with Bruce Springsteen and Pete Doherty. A lot of people were quick to turn their noses up at Humbug, simply because it didn't have the in-your-face, aggressive indie rock sound. But when you dissect the album and take a proper listen to the tracks like Pretty Visitors, you see it's still there, only with a much better and more complex book of lyrics.

I'm eagerly awaiting their new album anyway, which NME informed me is going to be James Ford (Worked with Florence and the Machine I think, among others) produced. Because, if this is released soon, it puts incredible force behind the rumours of them headlining V Fest! That's enough about that.

Moving on, here's a picture of what has been on my mind the past few days. Not Trace Cyrus unfortunately, but tattoos. I'm approaching 18 agonizingly slowly, and respecting my dads wishes like the good child I am, I've waited until now to start getting tattoos. It's hard to explain what I want to start with (my mom is paying for the first, as an 18th present), but basically it's a half sleeve on the bottom section of my left arm. On the front face I'm having scripture, which I'd prefer not disclose now, and the other side will be imagery relating to the previous. After that I'm going to plan a chest piece most probably, but I don't have a clue what I want to put there so that's going to take a while. Whilst on the topic of turning 18, one of my best friends reached manhood this week. All it's done for me is made me wish it was my birthday sooner, although it's only a couple of weeks away, it feels like I'll never be able to get out of my face legally. This month is going to be a horrible transition period considering I'm shifting money around left right and centre - mainly for the funding of next summer's recreational activities, all is well though. Everyone makes plans for the summer, but most of my friends make expensive ones and then actually carry them out, pleased I have a holiday to Laganas (Zante) sorted though! I also have V Fest 2011 sorted, and Leeds Fest 2011 is pretty much sorted (just have to get the tickets, and not get ripped off). If nothing falls through, and all of my friends make it to 18 healthily, this summer should be one to remember.

Since I'm reasonably new to blogging, I thought I'd post a link to a few of my friends who "blog" or are giving it a go also. 

This is Luke.

This is Tim.

This is Ross.

Here is video a to finish off, this is something that personally, brings out indescribable happiness and excitement from within me. Any time I'm going out to get pissed, or even getting myself a little bit pumped for the gym, I'll play Kasabian just to recreate some of that night at V Fest. Think of it as your favourite porn clip, I get off to Kasabian (not in the same form) but I still get an incredible vibe from hearing/watching them. I can't recall any other memory that makes me feel quite like this, and it's great I guess that I have something that will instantly make me happy. I can't remember having anything remotely similar before this. It makes me wonder what other people have stored in their heads, that make them feel like that, or am I weird? I don't think so. I also wonder if those memories people have involve me, because mine involves some of my good friends - I wasn't that close to them before that weekend but I consider them now to be pretty much "best mates". Cheers for reading my blog anyway, hope you enjoy the talented guys below.

My mind is racing,

and I can't get to sleep whatsoever. I thought getting out of bed and writing on here for a little bit might help me drift off? Probably not.

I was thinking about something that is happening in a TV series I watch with my girlfriend called Dexter. We're on series 4 now and it's incredible, it's basically about a messed up guy who kills people ritualistically. He only kills people that deserve it however, and nobody at all knows about this "dark passenger" of a personality he refers to bla bla bla... Anyway, he's having some trouble in his marriage at the minute about how he doesn't ever share anything with his wife. It got me thinking, how honest can you ever be with someone, really? Is there anyone at all that you can truthfully say you tell every little single thing about yourself to. Should you want somebody to know the way you tick, like right down to a tee?

I don't know why I'm writing this but when I think about something pointlessly random I can't get it out of my head until I've come to a conclusion, and seeing as I'm never usually awake at this time it's becoming seemingly impossible. I don't want to seem like I'm saying people should hide things from the ones they love, but surely you can never expect somebody to let you in to the degree of you knowing their inner thoughts. Letting people in has probably never been one of strong points. Why should I? I don't think anybody would like who i truly am, even though I don't try and hide it... I don't think this makes sense. For that reason I'm going to stop rambling on about that now, and talk about why I love this man.

I don't exactly love him, but more recently I have become fascinated with the book titled "The Books of Albion". Which is basically a collection of his writings with a few pictures thrown in. He captivates me, in every way that he thinks, in the way he conjures up theories about an England in which many wished they lived. They may not be completely original, but for some reason I feel I can relate to them.
I wish for nothing more than to be able to write like he can, behind the facade the media force upon us, there is most definitely an extremely talented poet. If you ever consider reading The Books of Albion, you won't regret it, I'll even lend them to you. If you like the Libertines you'll see the stories behind the songs he wrote.

I'm going to go to sleep now listening to Grace/Wastelands, I've put myself in a much happier mood.

Goodnight.

My first blog

Hey readers. 

This is my first blog, and I'm not really sure the tone in which it should be written in. I guess I'll go for happy. The main reason I'm doing one of these is because I've always wanted to, and my friend Timothy Vaughan raised a valid point about writing things down can make you feel better about yourself. I'm hoping to post on here every Sunday but it most probably won't happen, also the posts aren't going to be about my personal feelings or anything - at least not directly. Just about what I've been up to in the week and on passing matters.

I don't have much to talk about this week (considering I've had a bad stomach since Tuesday and I finally feel better today) so I'm going to write a little bit about myself and what I'm attempting to do with my life. I go to sixth form and I study business, I.T and P.E. Not the most challenging of subjects I know, but I made that mistake last year and I don't want to study subjects I don't enjoy if they are actually hard. I do enjoy the school I'm at though, because I can wonder in when I have lessons and leave whenever, gives me more of an opportunity to go to the gym at reasonable hours.

I spend most of my weekdays in school and at the gym. I spend most of my weekends intoxicated, with alcohol and whatever else is on the cards, nothing too mental though. I have a decent social life for somebody my age I guess. I'm not going to write anything else today because I'm distracted and I don't have anything interesting to talk about, I'll leave you with this entertaining picture of me holding a can of lager...