weekend contained a dinner, a bonfire, a fireworks display, a movie, a visit to russ and a concert. even got a some goodies from russ in the shape of the promo for mattafix's signs of a struggle as well as tix to sunday's young knives concert at the zodiac. mattafix is the band that warmed up for tamel camel (talib kweli) in the ghetto (london) a while back, and I really wanted their album. now i got it and it listens really well. russ is truely a santa with anti-beard and he has a german shepard as a reindeer with anti-horn.
the sunday concert was pretty much average, but after a rainy and stay-at-homey sunday it was good to get out of the flat and belt a few pints. met up with richard, head dentist, and just chatted about the gappy tooth, reviews and bookshelves. apparently i need to get in touch with this stuart to write some kick ass reviews for the main music organ in town. sounds like science so i am not 100%-sure i wanna. miri was kind enough to drive me and matt to and fro, which was, as the new zealanders say, convenient. miri rules, not only matt but more in a general sort of way!
friday's broken flowers was alright. a little slow at times, a little too lost in translation, a little too stylistic but it was not entirely without charms. i loved how the end was not an end. to be continued or not, in your face you dumbass movie-goer.
yeah, almost forgot to mention my little saturday crime-high. after sneaking through the fence to watch the fireworks, i waited around for x & y. when they finally emerge, they walk straight into the flashlight beam of a guard. naturally i distance myself a little but it is all in vane when y goes, hey karl ra ra ra. thanks, that's the last time i go out with you while you're on flu-medicine! eventually i end up being the only one paying (i still do not know how that happened). however, i cant deny the rush i felt when i snuck in to this charity event (yeah, i am bad and 15, i know). anyways it was good to pay since big fat charity tycoons with billions of pounds need to get them from somewhere, and to get the foxy secretary to do an abortion does not come cheap (i am told, and apparently to keep the missus happy is even more expensive).
well that's about it. tompa and cissi got back to me, after being quiet for a long while, during the same week. awesome. tompa to get my address and send a wedding photo. cissi to comment on the blogg. well, if i wanted your comments i would have asked for them. oh, just because i asked for them does not give you the right to comment. fine, be that way (yeah, stay the same cissi, do not ever change, apart from actually giving me some directions from time to time)!
on a worldly note, i observe that the french addicts, the spookes, the spicks, the suburbian scum (the interior minister named his power base himself, he he he) have finally administered the cure of all social ills, car burning (careful, so you do not od). apparently it has taken several years of research but now the froggies have finally found a market for their cars as well as a solution to their unbrotherly society. here's the cure again: scum burns cars, cars get built, jobs are created, scum finds job, scum turns into a frenchman (i do not know which scum i prefer). civilized society? well i guess we have to come back another day.
fact: so far the aftermath in Iraq has killed more than 10.000% more human beings than the birdflu.
fiction: i loved you.
god have mercy on us all.
karl
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