I have come across the new music video for Arcade Fire's We Used to Wait.
I use the term 'music video' very loosely because it is more of a unique experience; as in it will be different for every person.
It uses HTML 5 technology and Google Street Views to put the house where you grew up in the foray of things and, paired with Win Butler's wonderful lyrics, can really evoke some powerful memories, especially for me who, having just turned 20 yesterday, is starting to feel my youngest years coming to a close.
You need Google Crome to experience the video properly and it recommends you to close other running programs because it is quite demanding of your computer.
Some advice to truly enjoy it: lots of windows will open. Don't click anything or it will mess it up.
Also, towards the middle, it will tell you to write a postcard to a younger version of yourself. Make sure you do this as the next bit is brilliant.
Here's a first; a request.
Somebody has requested me to make a music-related post, because they value my music taste that much that they would like me to recommend some more music. Touching stuff.
I feel like some kind of online blog-based DJ.
In truth I haven't made a post of this kind in quite some time, and I do enjoy passing on what I think is good music to others.
This one's for you Tamsin.
It's going to be a whopper.
First up we have the return of Klaxons with their lovely new single, Echoes.
Next, you must have been living under a rock to have not heard this one yet. Drunk Girls by LCD Soundsystem.
Now the seemingly Marmite-esque Antony and The Johnsons with Thank you for your Love.
Here we are with the brand new single from The Cribs, Housewife.
Here's Bombay Bicycle Club's Ivy & Gold, a soundtrack for the summer we should have had, taken from the result of Flaws, their new album; the result of an interesting change in sound for the boys.
A song I discovered recently while watching Scrubs. The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. It's a cover. The original was by Magnetic Fields. I just thought I'd put that one out there.
Here's a song from the quite frankly amazing Arcade Fire album, The Suburbs. It was difficult to choose just one track from the album, so I thought why not the title track?
Finally, here's Iron & Wine's gorgeous cover of New Order's Love Vigilantes. Such a beautiful, smooth and comforting voice.
Well there you go.
I hope you enjoyed that musical journey of what's been gracing my iPod lately.
I've just stumbled upon a wonderful little spoken word song by Sage Francis.
It gives the impression of a guy looking back on episodes of life, some of which melancholic.
These episodes are narrated with an air of wisdom our protagonist has acquired over time.
Got 5 minutes to kill? Give it a listen with your fullest attention to take in the words.
I particularly like the line: the television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Leave comments with what you think if you have a listen.
If you like it, it's available as a free download on his blog, along with another of his songs entitled 'Slow Man'.
I entered a World Cup sweepstake on The Student Room, an online forum I frequent. The prize is pretty lame, with the winner receiving positive 'rep' from all the other players. Nevertheless, I got involved because it would make the World Cup even more exciting. Each player is assigned a randomly generated team out of the 32 teams in the competition and the player whose team wins the World Cup wins the sweepstake and gets the rep, which is like crack to TSR members. In addition to this, a footballer was randomly generated for each player involved. So again, 32 players were generated. The footballers are generated randomly out of all the strikers involved in the World Cup and the highest goal scorer wins more rep.
It's fair to say my team (Cameroon) won't win but it will at least give me a second team (other than England) to support. However, I struck gold with the football player I got: Spain's one-and-only David Villa. This gives me a fairly good chance of winning.
While on the subject of the World Cup, I am in love with the song for this year's World Cup. It's such a brilliant and cheerful song and really reflects the coming together of nations. I think it's going to be a summer tune.
I haven't been blogging much lately due to the fact that my life over the last few days has consisted of:
1) Wake up
2) Work
3) Buy food
4) Work
5) Eat Food
6) Work
7) Sleep
8) Rinse, Repeat.
And in between all these steps there's been a lot of procrastinating thrown in.
However, I have set myself a new goal. I have a 3,000 word essay to complete by May 4th. I have set myself the target of finishing it before next Thursday when I return home to Plymouth for my brother's birthday party. I will do it. This new target has given me some va-va-voom, some drive to complete the essay, tending to make me less vulnerable to distraction. It feels like an age since I've been out in Cardiff for a proper night out. Further incentive to finish this damn essay.
I feel like I've forgotten all my Spanish. Since my week in Italy, my Italian has improved and I am always speaking it in lessons. However we hardly get any opportunity to speak Spanish, except for in our conversation lessons but even in those classes you are in a room with about ten other people so with a group discussion between ten people in 50 minutes we get very little time each to make our voices heard. Luckily we are assigned a Spanish ERASMUS student with which to speak. I haven't met up with mine at all this semester due to my ridiculous amount of work making me lose track of time so I am going to have a day with her this Friday in the sun and hopefully have my Spanish speaking powers rejuvenated.
As there haven't been any real blog-worthy developments on the Cardiff end of the scale, I'll divulge into a little of my family life. My parents have been house hunting for a while now and have made an offer today which was accepted.
I'm yet to see it in person but my parents and brother assure me it's wonderful. Either way, from the pictures I've seen it looks like an improvement on our current house. Plus anything is better than my cell up here in Cardiff and my modest house I'll have here next year. So friends who know me in real life, you could (and most probably will) end up partying and sleeping with me (not in a gay way, unless you're a girl, but still not gay) in this house. It has quite a sizeable drive if I say so myself. Hopefully there's a permanent home in there for my drum kit. Not the drive, the house.
I can't wait to see it properly. I hope my brother hasn't shotgunned the best bedroom.
Now I bid thee farewell with a parting gift for those of you with spotify which is probably a very small minority, if anybody. It is my super-awesome summer playlist, packed with tunes for grilling slabs of beef on a griddle heated by pure fire in the great outdoors, for driving down long dusty country lanes, shades on, wind in your hair; songs for looking out at the infinity of the ocean, or at the stars sat by a fire and just feeling a general sense of contentment. Yeah you get the idea. Spotify is really useful for making playlists to easily show to others. I find it really gratifying bringing music into people's lives. So if you have spotify, give this a listen while getting ready for a lovely day in the sun.
In honour of the recent string of sunny days we've been having, we had a barbecue today. We went to Bute Park, this lovely great park a stone's throw from our halls. It was me, Lucy, Darshni, Darshni's boyfriend Dan and a handful of their friends. We were sat there in a circle with our instant barbecue's and our burgers and buns. It served as both a precursor of what I have to look forward to this summer and also brought memories of last summer rushing back. We were all so independent back home in Plymouth last summer; with our cars, on the beach every other day and night. And tonight reminded me of those summers back home. Especially the next part.
When the sun had gone down and the flames on the barbecue had done the same, the coals slowly smouldering away, embers gently twinkling as the breeze caught them in the dark twilight air, we decided to fill the barbecues with some little twigs, working our way up to bigger sticks until we had built ourselves an ever-growing fire as we took trip after trip to get more sticks. Everyone had left the park by this point and a few members of our group had peeled off and gone home, leaving the eight of us there, in a circle, snuggled in blankets, my speakers blasting out music, providing a soundtrack to the conversation and crackling of firewood. It was absolute bliss.
I had pangs of nostalgia of those summer nights on the beach back home, this feeling an all too familiar scene to me. I sat there in my element, warming my hands on the fire, drinking cheap rum, a simple coastal town boy in his comfort zone, surrounded by big city-folk to whom this was a rarity. I felt miles away from everything; a safe and secure isolation from everyone outside of our paradise. For those few hours we were the only people in the world, sat around those comforting flames under a sky speckled with stars, a moment so perfect in its simplicity and intimacy. The kind of moment that brings friends closer. Moth's Wings by Passion Pit came on at one stage on the speakers while we were all laid there around the fire. It was the perfect song for a perfect night. Have a listen and imagine you're laying there. We're definitely going to do it again soon.
Of course, we then had to return back to the real world and burst our relaxing little bubble of carelessness; back to the lights of civilisation and the noises of the city. But now here I sit typing this in my humble, cosy little box room, where a night of slumber awaits me.
The only thing tonight was missing was the sand and sea, something which I will be able indulge myself in when I finally reach this well-earned and fast approaching summer. On the topic of summer, after discovering that I won't be going to Spain with Allin any more, I have discussed travel plans for the summer with Lucy. We might be going hitch-hiking around Spain and..... Italy! Her having lived in Spain before helps because she will be able to show me all the best places and secure us places to stay with friends in Spain and Italy. So, whatever happens, it should be a good summer. Provided I get through these exams.
Just a short one tonight folks. Recently I posted a new song from the new Band of Horses album, Infinite Arms, entitled Compliments. It's a wonderful song.
Since then, a second song from the same upcoming album has been released. So, without further ado, I present you Laredo, taken from the forthcoming album, Infinite Arms by the almighty Band of Horses.
I'm really liking the developments that this band (of horses) have made to their sound. Ben's vocals have always been, and still are, pleasant to listen to. Nice, light and easygoing rock music.
In other news, I bought some new headphones from Amazon today due to the fact that my old ones had broken.
I've just got back from my friend Darshni's flat. Me, her, Dan and Lucy watched an Italian film, La vita è bella (Life's beautiful). It was a wonderful film. It almost reminded me of the old Carry On... films with the first half being very much a slapstick comedy affair with a charming sense of innocence commonplace in many films from the Carry On era, despite this film being made in 1997.
I'd recommend the film to anybody and suggest that you watch it.
Well now I must sleep, for the next day awaits me.
I hate not getting my 8 hours.
As you may or may not be aware, I am a languages student. I have been studying my primary foreign language, Spanish, for seven years yet I still haven't graced its shores.
This summer that must change. My course mates are always shocked to hear I haven't been there. They say the passion I display for the country when I speak about it leads them to assume that I must have at least been to the country once to garner such a love for it.
I have been saving as much as possible over the last few months to go travelling around Spain this summer with my friend Chris who's currently in Mexico. However his financial situation has taken a turn for the worst and he is unable to come. Looks like I could be going it alone. Mission statement: find somebody to come with me.
Recently I have had many people, be it friends or flatmates, telling me that my taste in music is very weird and eclectic. I prefer the term 'good' but who am I to change the words of others? My friend Chris, upon me moaning to him about British nightclubs in a fashion similar to that in my previous post, told me that I should start my own nightclub. If only I could. It would quite possibly be the best place ever.
The Easter break is nearly over. I have a 3000 word essay to write over the next month and lots of work and exams that lie between me and summer.
I long for Spanish shores to save me from this monotony.
As a young man with his finger pressed firmly to the pulse of the music industry, some new videos have come to my attention. So without further ado I present you three musical treats.
Band of Horses - Compliments
Fresh new material from one of my favourite bands.
Taken from the upcoming album, Infinite Arms, out May 18th.
Foals - This Orient
Here is another new Foals tune to go with my Spanish Sahara post. This one's also from the upcoming album, Total Life Forever, out May 10th.
Jónsi
If you don't know who Jónsi is, then see this post. His debut solo album, Go, is out on April 5th however this video I'm showing you is a sneak peak of a DVD that will ship with the deluxe version of the album. Entitled Go Quiet, the DVD is a film of Jónsi playing the album in its entirety acoustically. From this sneak peak trailer, it looks beautiful. Buy the deluxe version with Go Quiet at jonsi.com.
I just played poker with the boys. I was doing really badly for the first half but then, as the underdog, came back and fleeced everybody. Here are my chips.
That right there is a pile of victory.
I went to town today, got a haircut and bought Final Fantasy XIII and a Manchester United home shirt. It felt good to be back in my city. In the words of Elbow, "Coming home I feel like I designed these buildings I walk by".
In other news, I have fallen in love with another song. It is so simple yet so sincere. It brings feelings of nostalgia, both happy and sad, and I think I want to have it played at my funeral. The thing is, I don't think people at my funeral will want to sit through the 9 minute length of the song. Well here it is anyway.
Iron & Wine - The Trapeze Swinger
I am off to Italy on Tuesday. I am brimming with excitement!
Here it is. Their new song, 'Spanish Sahara'. I was shocked when I first heard this. Compared to their hectic minimalist, bouncy pop from the debut album Antidotes, this new sound seems like a totally different band. The new sound reveals quite the voice in frontman Yannis Philippakis; a voice that must have been laying dormant beneath his yelps heard in the first album.
So without further ado, I present to you, Spanish Sierra by Foals; taken from their upcoming album Total Life Forever, set to be released on the 10th of May.
They say I made the moon
Everything was in the dark
No memories at all
Just a tiny, freezing wind in my back
As I was sitting there
Singing a song they had never heard before
Suddenly, a voice told me:
"Keep on singing, little boy
And raise your arms in the big black sky
Raise your arms the highest you can
So the whole universe will glow"
My first vision was a bush growing down the river
And I couldn't stop crying
Something was missing
I realized I was in love with a voice
I called it, again, and again
But all I heard was the echo in the light
I got up ridiculously late today. Not for any particular reason. I mean, I was up late last night but I wasn't doing anything of particular significance such as partying 'til the early hours. (Maybe if I had been partying you would get some interesting blogs...) No, I was playing Final Fantasy IV and watching Peep Show.
Having my breakfast at 12.30 PM was a bit surreal. Even my flatmates who had gone out last night were already well into their day when I had just started mine.
I then proceeded to alternate between work and procrastination. I used to be able to tackle my work head on. Not anymore. It appears that unless I have a deadline tomorrow, I tend to just beat around the bush, watching the clock tick by, until I even start making moves towards getting anything done.
I had a massive craving for Farley's rusks today. Yes, those things that babies eat. So when I went to Tesco this evening I thought I'd buy some. I managed to get a box of 18 for a quid. That, my friends, is a RESULT.
I also grabbed a copy of NME for the first time in what must be a year. It was between that and a copy of Front which had a very attractive naked female on the front. NME just tipped it though because it came with a free CD and a Gorillaz poster which now resides on my door. I don't know what the fact that I chose a free CD and a poster over a naked woman says about me. Whatever it is, it can't be good.
Since reading Q, I've found NME to be trying a bit too hard to appeal to the 'cool' readers by writing about the 'cool' bands, even if it means stooping to the level of outright dissing bands it used to praise. For instance it called White Lies an, and I quote, 'underwhelming shitheap'. Bastards. Oh well, the CD and poster were enough for me, despite the shoddy music journalism..
I am in a total state of relaxation now. Due to the fact that I have been home in Plymouth since Friday, I decided to have a bath tonight; the first bath I have had in a long time.
Recently I finally completed my Sigur Rós collection by getting the only album of theirs I didn't have, 2002's oddly named '( )'.
So I thought in honour of finally having this album, I would bask in its ambient waves as the warm water lapped over me and caressed me to my very soul. And boy did it work.
I rediscovered many forgotten joys about baths, such as the scent of the bubble bath filling my nostrils, the sound of silence when you let your head underwater and putting a big lump of soapy suds on top of my head.
Along with these I was reunited with the old bathing qualm, the ball-dip. For males such as me who like their baths hot, the ball-dip is the most difficult and painful part of the bath-entering process; the part in which the testicular satchel is submerged into the water as the man sits down, the final temperature test and the part in which the man makes a lot of strange noises. The ball-dip is a perilous bridge, but a bridge that must be crossed in order for bath entry to be carried out successfully.
The bath was complimented perfectly with some Pina Colada scented bubble bath, making it possibly one of the most masculine episodes of my life so far.
I think I'm going to stop having my earphones in as much.
It gives off a distinct message of closing out the rest of the world and any form of social interaction is prevented. Even saying hello to friends who you pass while walking isn't as good. Instead of saying 'hi', I find myself mumbling and smiling to them in fear of bellowing 'ALRIGHT!?' at them as often happens due to headphones causing people to not realise how loud they are speaking.
It saddens me to think of all the conversations I could have had and all the people I could have spoken to if I had just let the world in more; people I could have met on buses, in cafés, in lectures etc.
For instance, in my education seminars I usually shove my headphones in as soon as I get out of the room and plod off to my next lecture. However yesterday, for the first time, I decided to leave my headphones out and got chatting to somebody who I never would have spoken to with the iPod on.
So I think I shall curb my music listening a little and see what happens.
Right this one is going to be long. It involves my taste in music. I can talk about music for an eternity so if you're not really into that just quit reading.
As the 'noughties' (quite possibly the worst decade name ever) are coming to a close and the 'tens' are about to start, I'm going to sum up as best as I can the albums that have made this decade for me.
I have managed to whittle it down to twelve. I wanted a nice rounded number like 10, but twelve was the lowest I could go to.
For those who have had the misfortune of not hearing these albums, for each album I mention, I shall include a clip of a track from each album in the form of a youtube video so you can educate yourselves.
They are in no particular order, just records that have had some considerable kind of impact on me this decade.
Radiohead - Kid A (2000)
Basically for me, this album represents everything that music should be: experiments, creativity, fusions of old leading to the creation of new and not playing it safe by conforming to everything else out there. This album is an epiphany unto the listener. Even the URL of this blog is taken from the first track, 'Everything in its right Place'. That's how much I like this album. It's the kind of album that opens your eyes to what is truly possible when minds are set free to delve into realms previously unexplored. I have heard nothing like it from any other artist. These compositions transcend the simple boxes and categories we mortals can clumsily throw them into. Illuminations of landscapes in your head as the soundscapes sweep over you, ranging from gentle ambience to richly textured beauty. When Radiohead do an album, they do it right.
Idioteque - from the album:
Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More (2009)
A fairly recent album, from the second the first song started, I was in love. The rich, smooth vocal harmonies of the opening title track enveloped me in their anguish. I felt every word. The whole record is absolute perfection, with no weak tracks dragging it down. Beautiful from start to finish. Stands out among the rest of the bands coming out of the current Neo-Folk movement.
Little Lion Man - From the Album
Sigur Rós - Takk... (2005)
OK, I know it's not their best album, but this album is the first I ever heard from Sigur Rós. This is the album that started it all for me. From here on in, every second of music I heard from this artist was pure bliss, an absolute aural orgasm, making strong use of dynamics and composed with such musical precision, as if every note in every piece has been specially selected to sound absolutely perfect. This music takes you to places that you never thought existed.
Hoppipolla - Taken from the album. The actual music video wasn't available, so here is some footage from Planet Earth to accompany the song:
Jónsi & Alex - Riceboy Sleeps (2009)
Not too long after I had discovered Sigur Rós, I found out an album made by their singer, Jónsi, and his partner, Alex, was soon to be released. Naturally, I bought it as soon as it was made available and my was I in for a treat. Much more the mellower side of Sigur Rós, this album has provided perfect ambient bliss for me. It had gotten me through hours of mind numbing revision and work yet also provided atmosphere while I have read novels. I have even fallen asleep to this peaceful record.
Boy 1902 - Taken from the album:
M83 - Dead Cities, Red Seas and Lost Ghosts (2003)
Rich and textured sonic bliss. Excellent electronic ambience. Anthony Gonzalez really is in a field of his own and stands out against the backdrop of electronic music. Some of these songs are almost orchestral in texture yet have been produced digitally on a computer. A very rewarding album.
Run into Flowers - from the album:
Peter Broderick - Home (2008)
This album is just pure luscious acoustic folk from an exceptionally talented musician. From the choir-like layered vocals singing together in harmony in the opener, 'Games', this album is a pleasure to listen to. And what's more, the album artwork is one of my favourites of all time. To me the artwork just represents the title, 'Home', so perfectly. Broderick is such a well-rounded musician and enters singer-songwriter territory effortlessly here.
Below It - from the album:
Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes (2008)
Fleet Foxes are unlike no other band I listen to. I saw them live at Lollapalooza this year in Chicago and their sound put me into a trance; a state of absolute awe. Seeing them live was more than just a gig; it was an experience. This album is a wonderful, soothing listen. I would recommend this band to anyone. The record is natural and organic, conjuring up images of beautiful forests, rivers and mountains in the listener's mind. An unmissable album.
White Winter Hymnal - Taken from the album:
Protest the Hero - Kezia (2006)
Well this is going to be a controversial choice. This comes straight from the extreme end of my musical spectrum. This is about as metal as I get. From the second I heard Protest The Hero, they appealed to the musician in me. The amount of time and tempo changes they can fit into one song is unreal.
Kezia is a concept album which spans three perspectives of the execution of a prisoner. These three perspectives each comprise a 'chapter' of the album, and the storyline unfolds through the lyrics. The perspectives are that of the prison priest, a prison guard who is to execute her and the prisoner herself, named Kezia.
When the band wrote the music for this album, they were still in high school and weren't skilled enough to actually play the stuff they had written. So they practised and practised until they could actually play their own stuff. That's how technical this music is. The music snobs call it mathcore. I call it insane.
Heretics and Killers - Taken from the album:
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago (2008)
Bon Iver is the solo project of Justin Vernon. After his previous band broke up, Justin confined himself to a cabin in Wisconsin for three months. This "hibernation" led to the creation of this wonderful record, capturing the feeling of his seclusion perfectly. An excellent album.
Skinny Love - Taken from the album:
Arctic Monkeys -Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not (2006)
There's nothing not to like here. This album flows perfectly from start to finish and is a perfect representation of modern day British culture. Believe the hype.
A view from the afternoon - taken from the album:
Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid (2008)
I absolutely love this album. It is 100% deserving of the Mercury Prize it won back in 2008. Every track is perfection and the orchestral sections are beautifully composed. Buy it if you haven't heard it already. This band deserves to be huge.
Weather to Fly - from the album:
Frank Turner - Love, Ire & Song (2008)
As the ex frontman of Million Dead, Frank Turner has always had a punk rock mentality. This shines through in his music through the sincerity with which he sings, meaning every word, making him stand out among the beige, drab backdrop of singer-songwriters. His songs are intelligent and diverse and he is very politically in tune with the world around him. For me, this is his best album, although others may disagree.
I went to the hospital today with the mother. She had to go to physiotherapy for her arm.
So thankfully it was only a brief visit to the 'nice' part of the hospital rather than the death-and-suffering-filled part (which I have visited a little too much for my liking).
But still, I got the same sense of depression oozing from those bland, white, clinical walls; like the expressionless face with which a doctor gives out a diagnosis.
I could not be a doctor.
I felt the same sadness that I did as a boy seeing smokers outside the hospital, just as the lead singer of Editors does (see below).
Then I visited the city centre, saw a few friends and had a little shop with the mother. Everyone keeps asking how I could even bring myself to miss Plymouth after living in Cardiff.
I can't really explain it, because I know Cardiff is so much bigger and has so much more to offer, but I will never feel the same about it as I do about Plymouth. I see part of me in Plymouth. I just feel right there, content that it's not the best place in the world but it's where I was born and I've seen it grow as I've grown.
In other news, the nation has gone mad since the X-Factor finals. It seems these two chumps, Olly and Joe, have divided the fair maidens of our nation in two. I have heard pretty malicious comments from both sides of this argument, with some stooping to outright insults of each finalist. The best part is how much I've heard the term 'he just HAS the X-Factor' being bandied around.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you guys were all music geniuses? Oh no wait, you bought the Cheryl Cole album didn't you? Yeah, I thought so.
I loathe the term 'X-Factor'. It is just a gibberish marketing word which has no application to music whatsoever and is exploited to market the nation's next karaoke act. The average viewer of this show wouldn't know a time signature if it fucked them up the ass, yet they deem themselves fit to pass judgement on who has 'X-Factor'?
I'm not one to rise to silly trends and do what facebook groups tell me, but I didn't have 'Killing in the name of' by Rage Against The Machine so I have bought it.
I strongly urge you guys to do so too.
Even if we could get it in the top 10, it would be nice.
If it was number 1, I would love it (although it's never going to happen).
Simon Cowell has ruined Christmas.
He has stolen Christmas number one too many damn times, a slot which used to be taken by classic Christmas songs!
If he thinks I'm Scrooge, then he's the Grinch.
Today has been the climactic conclusion of a culmination of processes to contribute to my own personal well-being. After such a manic week last week of putting in hours and hours so I could get assessments in by deadlines, I had a rethink of everything in my life; what could be tweaked, changed and what could be thrown out; what I wasn't doing enough of and what I was doing too much of. In the process of doing so, I made the list in my previous post and so this week I have been fulfilling this list. On a side note, has anybody seen 'The Bucket List'? That's a good film. I want to do that when I'm older, make a list of all the thing I would like to have done and just go out and do them. Here are some of the things I've been doing:This was a party with a load of Spanish, Italian, French and Greek Erasmus exchange students. It was a brilliant night to celebrate my Spanish friend Gael's (the guy with his arm in the air) 23rd birthday at his flat. The only people I knew there were Gael, Alessio (Italian guy, bottom right with glasses on) and Christian (German guy, top right) who live together in the flat. I met a lot of people and it was a very fun party which was different to the usual parties due to all the languages being spoken. I learned some funny drinking chants such as 'Bevilo tutto! Bevilo tutto!' (Italian for 'Drink it all! Drink it all!) and 'Vamonos de fiesta' (Literally means 'Let's go party' in Spanish). The hangover in the morning was a killer but it was worth it!
'Bombón el Perro' is an Argentinian film I watched with a cloudy head the next day. It's a pleasant film with lovable characters with which the audience can empathise. I'd recommend it to anyone.
Yes, I caved. Like every other boy I bought Modern Warfare 2.
Anyway, back to the part I mentioned at the start of this post, the main event, the headline act after this smattering of support acts if you will: Today I quit my job! I have quit my job at Maplin City Road and so next week is my last weekend. I believe celebrations will be in order. What's more my boss from Maplin in Plymouth is still letting me work temporarily there over the Christmas period. So after next weekend, all my weekends in Cardiff will be as free as a bird giving me more time for work and more time for play. As for money, I have that sorted :). Well, I'll leave you with a first, a nice song for whoever chose to delve through this wall of text. Since the only person who will have read this is Nathan, I will choose a song that is pirate as fuck because he likes pirates. So here it is, Biffy Clyro's new single: The Captain.
