Well, the itrip was phenomenally easy to install and use. Now, just got to try and sort out Broadband. I've spent about 3 hours on the phone to the technical dept. Who've tried everything, right down to pinging and changing the registry (?), you name it, they've tried it. Success rate so far: 0%. Emerged from Leicester Square tube this morning to the strains of "Heroes", which, under a glowering December sky felt absolutely perfect. The genius of the shuffle facility followed it up with "Brickfield Nights". Yowza. Made me want to bunk off work.
But I didn't.

Pah.

Crikey. All of this under Camden- most of Camden it would seem as well. Can you imagine the stench if it was completely full of horses?

So, How was it for you?
About 350 miles in 2 days, 7 hours of self-production, a couple of huge meals (one was huge enough to inspire a catastrophic bout of indigestion) and one very tired DJ. Actually ended up having the real Xmas shindig on the 27th with Pete, Michelle, Campbell and Sam. *Oooh look it's 4am!!!*
BTW, I now have an iTrip. Will let you all know if it enriches my life.

A tale of two taxis.
Two songs sharing the same subject: it's great being in the back of a Black Cab. First up , "In The Back Of a Taxi" by  The Penguin Cafe Orchestra. and straight after that: Shampoo's "Shiny Black Taxi Cab" It's rather odd, both songs manage to convey how great it is to lounge on the back seat and feel at one with the city.

The Human Clock - is Rocking. It's useless and yet strangely indispensable.

Humbug. Stuck in the Studio on Xmas Eve. I'll be back here for the next two days as well. *sighs*

Damn. We get to play with Finch. Sham 69 and the Stray Cats are playing the opposing sites on opposite days. Bah. Nothing against Finch; but the need to Rock this town and break out of borstal is somewhat stronger.

Every one a Maserati. How does he do it?

Okay, so this photo of Steve alba in the pipeline fullpipe. (It's the cover) The line where that pipe goes beyond vert is clearly visible...so where is Steve exactly? I'm guessing about 10.30 (pipe heights are measured in "clock" time) Bewilderingly brilliant; bear in mind this is at the end of the 70's, on a skinny little board. New-schoolers don't have it all their own

A Weekend of indulgence for me: started with a riotous Friday night out with the estate agents and lots of comfort food for the next couple of days.

I'm really into aimless searching. You just gawp at the screen until something strange comes along, grab the link and way you go. It's like fishing with a lobotomy. The other obvious time-waster of the moment has to be reading some random confessions. Are they real? Who cares?

So, the weekend beckons, with all it's last-minute xmas shopping hell. Can't wait. The christmas week for me is going to be an utter bastard....i'm working for the whole of it.

Wahey! Wim Mertens MP3 action, for those of you out there who don't know what I'm on about.
I know this is going to sound like shameless self-aggrandizement (sp?) but I was always proud to be an H-Boy. Im there somewhere (with two eyes!!)
Sworn to fun, Loyal to none, that's the H-Boyz way of living........

I'm about to go broadband, which means i'm going to be supplied with all sorts of space to start my own webpage, yadda yadda yadda...and yet i'm strangely loyal to this tawdry little page i've produced so far: if it works, should I really mess with the formula?

Snobs of the world: rise up against the Hoi Polloi.