When It Rains

...on this side of town it touches everything.

I just thought i'd quote Miss Williams there considering its completley pissing it down outside. I love it when the rain gives it beans. Anyway, this is my blog spot. Since i've become a member of a fully fledged band my life has been substantially more interesting. Albeit still so mundane that the highlight of my day still consists of watching taped episodes of Frasier with a nice cup of Earl Grey in the morning. So, here, hopefully everyday you can read about my wonderful adventures, complete with lots of moaning and complaining about anything and everything, cause hey. Thats how I roll. As I say to many a person, I wouldn't be as fun if I didn't complain.

So. Today. June 5th. I started off the day sitting in bed at 2:30am eating a Ginsters pasty, shuffling through my MP3 player, drunken texting ex girlfriends and the like. I should learn not to do that, I think it gets me into trouble. I fall asleep with a light on.

Pat wakes me up at 6:30 shouting at me because I left the light on. Our electricity bill should be a fascinating read.

Today I decided to go to town. I needed to buy a Fathers Day gift, and after many attemps (i.e. going to Woolworths) to find the new Panic At The Disco album, I figure i'll get it in town for a decent enough price.

The journey into Liverpool brings up complaint #1. Old people.

Sure, I love my Grandma and the majority of old people. I love the way they're still so polite and courteous like they probably were in the 30's. But.

I dislike with a capital fucking D when they start talking to you when you're clearly sitting there minding your own business with your headphones in. They start talking about random shit. It's even worse when you're with your guitar and they pretend to know something about music.

"I went to see Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons in 1956..." Ugh.

However, I move seats and manage to make it into Liverpool without anymore distractions.

Complaint #2. Homeless People and The Big Issue.
As you come out of central station and you take a left to go to Bold Street. You're fleeced by this monobrowed individual, asking you to help the homeless, he knows me since I go into town about 3 or 4 times a week for whatever reason. And everytime I deny him and he tells me to "have a nice day fella". I'll try thankyou.

As my mates dad once said. "I'd buy a Big Issue, but they're shite."

The one thing I love about him and homeless people in general. Everytime I deny them stating "Sorry man I have no change". I waltz straight into HMV and walk about with about 20 quids worth of music. Oh the irony.

Anyway. I was meant to play a gig tonight at 3345 up on Parr Street. But it was cancelled. Double Booked. Even though I've been aware of this gig for at least a month. Peoples incompetance amazes me sometimes. Ahh well. I have more gigs coming up soon.

Therefore, this means I'm free tonight. I have 1 litre of Jack Daniels to drink. I might tackle some of it in the bath. A drunken shave sounds promising.

In Todays Frasier, Craney gave a speech at a batmitzvah in Klingon, but he thought it was Hebrew. Magic.

Goodbye,
Charlie S.