26. I love not having or owning children.
It was a choice I made early. The world doesn’t need another Half Of ME.
Oddly, people always asume it was a choice and not the consequence of something else.
I have never been asked about my fertility. I’ll never know the answer.
So, I’m only responsible for myself and everything I say and do to the entire world.
27. I love shopping alphabetically. Food shopping can get dull.
So this week I am only buying things that start with the letter A.
You can lose weight on some letters.
I also do it by packaging. Next week only tins, mnnn.
28. I love having my head scratched.
Fingernails comb my brain stems into flowing streams of enlightened consciousness.
I think pets are onto something.
29. I love Custard. Not to eat, you crazy fools. I like playing with it. You get a bowl of the powder then add small amounts of water until is a very thick mud. Then you scoop some out and squeeze it. It magically turns into a solid. Then as you let it go it returns to a liquid, you can have hours of stoner fun.
Try it in wanky restaurants.
30. I love looking for things to put in the Trash on my computer.
After a good forage I hit the empty Trash button and I feel as if I have lifted a small burden from the world’s digital shoulders.
Despite billions of dollars being spent to create English language versions of computer operating shitstems we still have American Trash instead of English Rubbish.
Shovel this down your gullet you plonker
21. I love waking up as the sun rises, usually around dawn. My mind is always filled with ideas for songs, poems, film scripts, a cure for cancer, then I drift back to sleep and all is forgotten.
Well, it depends on that dream doesn’t it
22. I love not having to work anymore: “The problem with not doing anything is you never get to take time off.” – Sebastian Horsley.
Count how much money you have in your pocket then calculate the chances of living long enough to spend it.
23. I love Sebastian Horsley. He was such a dear friend and like all my dear friends I lose them. I hope not carelessly.
24. I love going to other town bars a few miles away. The anonymity is thrilling. It is like a cloak of invisibility. I can sit alone in public, my name is not shouted at me. I am reborn nameless. I could try flip flops.
Do voyeurs like to be watched?
25. I love listening to film soundtracks on earbuds. The world is transformed. Crossing a road can become portentous, silly, ecstatic, deadly, pointless, but it is never just crossing the road.
“I’m using the chicken measure it”
My name is Yoyoka Soma. I am 8 year old Japanese drummer.
When I was a just small baby, my parents had a home studio and there were various kinds of instruments. My parents were performing music activities as amateur singer-songwriters and they cradled me with their music. When I listened to their songs and guitar performances, I was eager to join them and couldn’t stop beating out a rhythm. That was why I started playing the drums. The drum was the first instrument in which I felt an interest in my life. My parents’ music peers often visited us to play together. I was glued to the powerful and dynamic performances by the drummers. At age 2, I was playing the drums as if I were playing with toys. At age 4, I started performing at concerts. At age 5, my family band “Kaneaiyoyoka” was formed by my parents. We have released 2 self-produced CD albums so far. Not only the drums, I also play the keyboard and perform as a vocalist. I compose lyrics and music as well.
My favorite drummers are John Bonham, Chris Coleman and Benny Greb.
As a drummer, I enjoy being groove, tones and try to support vocalists carefully. My dream is to be the best drummer in the world. In addition, I want to be an artist who can do anything: playing all instruments, recording music, mixing the sound and designing the CD album jackets. As I am aiming at overseas activities, I am studying English conversation. I want to become friends with people all over the world through my musical activities!
As HLAG is a contest only for women, I definitely can’t lose it. I want to be the best female drummer. Thanks to the great support by my family and fans, I can continue the practice and other musical activities. I want to show the best result of my daily practice and come out on top of this contest!
Uploaded on 10 Apr 2018
If you hadn’t heard of this Chef/Writer here’s an episode of a series he did, Phil Dirtbox of Soho appears not unsurprisingly in the Soho section, about halfway through.
At the Ferria, the week before last, there was a bullfight. This week dead bull was on sale in the food market. So I bought some and made Toro à la Bourguignonne.
The pirate who killed my dinner was this man who reminds me of Shane MacGowan.
Shane MacGowan 1980’s
Shane more recently
Pirate of the bullring: Juan José Padilla Juan José Padilla, 43, was born in Jerez de la Frontera in Andalucia and always aspired to be a bullfighter. He took on his first bull when he was 21 and soon earned the nickname, the Pirate.
In October 2011 he was gored by a bull in Zaragoza and almost died from his injuries. The bulls horn went through his skull, he suffered multiple skull and jaw fractures. He ended up with loss of hearing, facial paralysis and was blind in his left eye. But he refused to retire and five months later returned to the bullring with an eyepatch. Fans coined the nickname The Pirate. In May 2012 he survived serious injury when a bull threw him into the air in Madrid. Then in October last year he was gored again in the same eye socket by a bull in Zaragoza.
Then, recently his glass eye flew out when he was gored by a bull in Valencia.
Eye Eye Capitan!
I seem to remember being told that if one drank seawater one went insane, then again if one is enjoying drinking seawater one is probably already half way there. I am not going to Google what the effects of seawater are, as Google tends to replace conversation with dull facts.
Here therefore is a beer I had to try. I had it with Oysters, filled with more seawater. Yesterday I had a few more bottles, they make you thirsty. I think I may be heading off to the beach with a bucket and pint glass.
41. I love blossom. Every street here is lined with Orange Trees. The blossom right now is sweetly intoxicating and it gives the evenings a highly charged sensual air. The jacaranda trees are about to blossom and are a spectacular purple lilac. The colours are so overwhelming they evoke in me a mixed sense of euphoria and tragedy, it is a short-lived experience, it is too real.
42. I love the medium of Film. Here is a small selection of films that have had more influence on me than real life, whatever that is.
Meantime (Mike Leigh)
The Ruling Class (Peter Medak)
The Hit (Stephen Frears)
Black Cat White Cat (Emir Kusturica)
Brazil (Terry Gilliam)
You The Living (Roy Andersson)
Walkabout (Nicolas Roeg)
The Man Who Fell To Earth (Nicolas Roeg)
Notorious (Alfred Hitchcock)
The Kids Are Alright (Jeff Stein)
Barry Lyndon (Stanley Kubrick)
Lost in Translation (Sofia Coppola)
Chinatown (Roman Polanski)
Out of the past (Jacques Tourneu)
Scarlet Street (Fritz Lang)
Persona (Ingmar Bergman)
Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese)
I wish you all a lovely shiney 2018. The end of 2017 will not sadden my heart. T’was a year of much global tomfoolery.
There is hope and it awaits our love, attention and gentle actions. Be merry my freinds be merry.