O-a-sis, on Sun-day. Short pause. At Wem-bley
Words screached by a city dweller into her mobile phone at the crossing this morning. Mark's right you know. There are goung to be a lot more arseholes at the Oasis gig than there were at the Blur gig. I can see there being a few groups of chavs on an annual outing and more people will be there for the atmosphere (a place to get hammered) as apposed to the music. As I've said I'm a much bigger Oasis fan than a Blur fan, making me the odd one out in the circle of people that I mix with and I suppose that means that I'm more at home with the arseholes of this world than the relatively normal people that I work and socialise with.
I'm not sure if that's true or if I've just had to get used to it, having been 'the best of a bad bunch' at school or college or uni. I don't know when I'll get over this feeling of being hard done by. I'm 28 and still banging on about a 'difficult start' well I should have made up for it by now really.


Sorry, this is a shit post, I'm just waffling and wallowing in a bit of self pity. Poor me!
But at least I get to see O-a-sis, on Sat-ur-day and Sun-day. At Wem-bley.

See ya there you arsehole

What a weekend!

Phew!!

Blur in Hyde park (captured awsomeness)-sunning, drinking, dancing, waiting for the toilet. Watching 'Milky' (Mark) be a celebrity and having his photo taken with all and sundry.

Pride. Outfit not quite finished, but held together with safety pins =0
Parading around west end (more civvies than last year, not as much space or appreciation). Drinks around Soho, easily the most painful time for my feet in my entire life!
Went home exhausted!

Rounders in the park, Chelmsford with the PGCE people, twas lovely seeing all of them. But I didn't get as much of a chance to actually speak to them as I would have liked. Probably something to do with chasing that ball around a field! Nice Thai meal, sun stoke and a kip on the train on the way home.

Monday-sneaky day off to tidy the flat (found a massive cockroach, now that gave me some motivation!) sat at the table smoking (naughty naughty). Rain started at about 16:00, so now I know Mark won't be going to football, he's coming straight home so I run around fabreezing everything as I have no air freshner. I think I got away with it.

I've been having strange dreams recently, from what I remember about the one I had on Monday morning, I had dark hair a straight heavy fringe two side burn type bits a little longer than the fringe and the rest of my hair tied back. I remember this so vividly because as I looked in the mirror my left eye was blank. Just white-I could see out of it, I tested it. But then it started bleeding, I was crying blood. I remember I was trying to find someone or something in a supermarket-it was something to do with a job. But no-one bothered about my eye.

Weird, I'm sure it's something to do with the smoking-which I will stop again soon...

Blur-Hyde Park-Tomorrow!

So why am I listening to Jeff Waynes War of the Worlds on Youtube?



I was a mid-late teenager when the Blur/Oasis war was going on and I've retained alot of the thoughts I had then (not just on this topic either). Blur were softer quirkier and edgier. They had sounds that wouldn't have been out of place on an old fashioned carosel being run in a fair some time in the 1950's. They were cuter, esp Alex James-my own favourite and they were the group that all the popular kids at my school prefered. I, however prefered Oasis. Now I'm sure that part of that was me just trying to be different as this was a favourite pass time of mine along with the other being complaining that I didn't fit in anywhere. They were a bit rougher, the growlly gravelly voice over whining guitars. The publicity around them was more interesting too, two brothers having a scrap-it made the fame that they had seem attainable, they were just normal people who argued witht heir siblings, Blue sung songs about kids who's Dads were bankers, mine worked in a warehouse.


The images I got from their music was more real to me.