Mood:
coolNow Playing: The News
Topic: Stephen Says
{Edit: Elisabeth has pointed out that, most likely, no one will have any idea what I'm writing about in this blog entry. So, since it's Sunday morning, my wife's cooking pancakes and I'm ripping an Oscar Peterson CD; I've decided to annotate this entry. Annotations are, duh, in bold.}
Okay, so here I am on a Friday evening {First off, I'm imitating the 'rap' style of the guy in The Streets; the rap group that I mention later. In fact, this whole blog is sort of modelled after his whiny, pointless style.}, waiting for my wife to come home but she's working late on the day that they announce that the average Londoner works an average of 8 hours of unpaid overtime a week and there's opposition to raising the minimum wage to slightly over 5 pounds an hour {This is fact, as confirmed by the BBC.}because, of course, if you happen to make more than 5 pounds an hour, you'll become a multi-millionaire inside of 2 years and be able to marry your transvestite lover and become Queen-I-mean-King {This is my own snarky supposition that also contains reference to past blog entries where I inferred that Charles & Bowels are both men. I know, I know, Charles? A man?!? For someone who spends so much of his time in a skirt, it's probably hard to beleive that he's a man, bt he is. How else can you explain the attraction that Bowels has towards him?} of this Sceptered Isle. {This Sceptered Isle is a reference to an audio book that I sold while working at the book store. I don't even know what it's in reference to, but seems, to me, to be a funny name to call England.}
Oops. Or maybe it's the 5 cans of cider speaking and that there could be good Job News on the horizon but I don't want to say anything to jinx it except I just did so Whoops! {This is foreshadowing for a future blog entry.}
The album to listen to right now is A Grand Don't Come For Free by The Streets. It's fuckin' terrible but has some good beats and is supposed to be ironic except that it tells the life story of the average Yob/Chav/Youth in this Sceptered Isle so it's actually kind of depressing and sad. But it has some good beats. Don't buy it, download it. But get all the tracks because it's a concept album so, unless you subject yourself to 45 minutes of the worst white-boy rap ever, you won't 'get it.' Or whatever. Did I mention the good beats?
It used to be soooo eeeeeaaaaassssssyyyyyy..... {This is a reference to the ultra-lame refrain from the Street's first track.}
I really want to say something more interesting but nothing's coming to mind. I'm wasting away because there's no one here to make my curry. {i.e., Elisabeth - it was her turn to cook dinner.} It used to be soooooo eeeeaaaaasssssyyyyyyy..... {This is a reference to the ultra-lame refrain from the Street's first track.}
I must go. I'm going to chop some vegetables in the hope that the smell of chopped pepper,onion, garlic, potato and whatever else will bring my wife home earlier.
And maybe convince her to post a blog.
It used to be sooooo eeeeaaaaaassssyyyy..... {Ibid.}
Posted by oz/rexcats
at 6:34 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:04 AM GMT
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Updated: Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:04 AM GMT
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