Taken

Ed's challenge I liked these questions and weren't too flippant because I was in a bad mood. It's what us plebs have to make do with, since we'll never be asked by the Metro 60 second interview or Guardian Weekend, for quick replies to universal questions.

Three things you like about yourself:
daftness
smartness
humanitarianess

Three physical things you don't like about yourself:
BIG teeth
penis, far too large.
Errr... I really don't notice much about my appearance. Shabbiness can get boring.

Three things that scare you:
paranoia/neuroses
destruction of the world
loud bangs, all the fucking time. Why can't people in london get decent exhausts.

Three of your everyday essentials:
Cutters choice
Blue Rizla
Slimline fliter tips

(I'll scab a lighter)

Three things you are wearing now:
Boxer shorts
T-shirt
Skin (is saturday morning in worthing, haven't got dressed yet)

Three of your favorite bands or musical artists:
Black Grape
Bob Marley
Talking Heads

Three things you want in a relationship:
Sex
Food
Good times

Two truths and a lie:
I have made a really bad smell, and I find it funny.
Danny Murphy will be future England Manager
Humans are fundamentally selfish (this is the biggest fucking non-sensical lie that exists everywhere today)

Three physical things that turn you on:
Eyes
Lips
Red

Three of your favorite hobbies:

Music, playing bass
Swearing
Sleeping in.

Three things you really want to do right now:
Quit work
Start a revolution
Dance

Three careers you'd consider:
Football manager
Writer
Musician

Three places you want to go on vacation:
What's a vacation? I wouldn't want to go anywhere people use the word vacation.
Cuba
Iceland
Ireland

Three things you want to do before you die:
Get respect for my cleverness and writing skills. As opposed to getting drunk or bitter with age and missed opportunities- am looking at a photo of beckett, who did both somehow.
Moonwalk- the Michael Jackson way. Generally learn to dance.
Live somewhere not England.

Three people to pass it on to:
Elwheelio
boomnoise
twatway

VIGIL

5pm, Saturday. Friends Meeting House Peace Gardens. Opposite Euston Station.

I hope this is as popular and important as the vigils in Madrid. The cynic in me would note that StWC has called the vigil in the space between Lindsey German discussing Islam and the Left, and Mark Steel explaining Einstein @ Marxism 2005, round the corner. The revolution's been postponed indefinitely. Marxism 2005 won't be postponed to commemorate 38 dead. I hope that doesn't allow popular feeling to be swamped when the government calls a vigil.

NOT IN MY NAME

It's so fucking sad. I've heard that there's a vigil tonight, 6pm, traf square. Try and be there, I will.
Things that need to be said:
Troops out. Now more than Ever
The news of these attacks is the story of every bomb. Bali, New York, Fallujah, Baghdad, Madrid, Tel Aviv, Gaza. Bombs and shards don't see who dies. It's normal people dying in this war on terror all over the world, for the cause of bad western governments, corporate interest and oil. As long as our government is bombing other countries for senseless reasons, people will bomb us in retribution. 50 sons and daughters who could have joined our call for peace have been killed. No more.

In an internet cafe, not much more to say as individuals anyway.

NOT FOR SALE

Steven Fucking Gerrard

Fact x Importance = News

Ahhh... at long last. Proper news.

Important meeting of world leaders to try and solve Africa's problems

Historic TV event to tackle one of world's longest-running tragedies

Thank god there's a whole world out there.

Quote of the Day

"Unlicensed events such as the Carnival of Full Enjoyment are inherently unsafe."
Edinburgh's chief of police. Alas, I can't link to where the BBC story was, because now the page is busy making everyone look mental. Note how the faslane blockade is thrown in half-way down the page to associate it with the disturbance. Shazam. All protest is now associated with violence as defined by a policeman, thanks to the BBC bumping the earlier page and throwing this tripe together quickly.

n.b. no, I don't think breaking stuff in city centres is big or clever. Not unless there's a war on.

Things people should know

You may have seen this already, but should find it interesting. After the New Statesman article recently- which pointed out the revolving door between New Labour and Oxfam, and their contstant self-congratulation (self-congratulation being the key theme of Live 8, which was just as weak and pointless as Make Poverty History) -this points out just how MPH are actively discouraging dissent and criticism on the points that matter- G8 illegtimacy, the IMF, and trade justice.

And Live 8 was the most patronising and embarrasing shite I have seen in a long time. It looked like the key message was that if enough white people wear white wrist-bands, say the word 'fuck' loudly and congratulate Bob Geldof, then Africans will be chubbier. And John Snow even went on Channel 4 news asking random Africans if they'd heard of Bob Geldof, sounding like some sort of missionary saying: 'Have you heard of Jesus Christ? He can solve all your problems'. I liked Bob, but can't help but feel he's dug a dangerous hole.

Please read http://www.redpepper.org.uk/
Click on the 'Make the G8 History' article.

FOR SALE

Make Poverty History direction and political leadership offered to New Labour and narcisstic musicians. Will only listen to offers of charity. Please, don't try and change the inequalities in society. Will collect leaders from bags outside Oxfam.

EXCHANGE

Debt for freedom G8 will exchange debt for wholesale sacrifice of national assets to private companies. E-mail conditionalities@imf.com

Giveamanabiro

Uh oh, someone's been at the poetry again. These are a week old now, I wrote them on the train back from Worthing. Only one has a title.

Tina and Ike

She hits a note so high
That he will never reach
Cool, he looks, like he don't care,
Under deep voice and solid stare,
Rolling like a river

She's floating like a bee, singing like a butterfly
Energy, vitality, staggering in the beat
In the eye of the man
She sings his words, he writes for her,
he fights for her,
He cannot put her down.

She's virtued by her soul, the most
She attracts so many
He will never know what people say,
And think, when he is not around.

What he doesn't know hurts him.
He hurts her.

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If you had a beautiful bird
Would you sing to it?
Every tune it called?
And what if it sqwauked every time you tried?
Then sang until its voice died?
Would you sing to it, when it can no more?
Or wait for it to sqwauk?

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Slurp, slurp, on the train,
Slurp, slurp, behind my brain,
Slurp, slurp, slurp, bloody slurp.
GET A FUCKING ROOM.

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Couples, couples, everywhere,
In every corner of the fayre,
It's so hard not to stand and stare,
Or show disgust
Or jealousy
Of public lust

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What is in a name?
You will know mine
if you cross it out.
A face, a family, a life.

It's not ours alone, not history,
not set in stone,
until you die.

Take your name, and make it yours,
A family tie, worth fighting for,
Not lists of dead in fucking war.
It's not a badge or blood or race,
It's the brothers and sisters we love.

You will know our name, McCartney.

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And one I'm writing tonight,


Bob sings tonight,
no lies, no alibis,
just Bob.

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That's it for poetry. It's nice to be blogging again. Am very pissed off that am not going to Scotland. Very, very pissed off. I was under the impression that other people were in the same boat as me, but have just learned they're not. Turns out, the only thing they were in that I've been in was their fucking bath.

I plan to resume a service of classifieds soon, and make that my blog theme for now on.
Laters
Iain