Skyfall - 007 as it should be.

So, I have managed to keep quiet for nearly two weeks about the new James Bond film... fear not as there are no spoilers, these are merely my thoughts on the film and my whole experience as a viewer.

First I must make clear that I have not liked the Bond films since Golden Eye. I refer to Golden Eye as that was the first Bond film that I saw at a reasonable age and that I fully enjoyed at the cinema. I had watched most of the previous films either on the telly or at the cinema, but Golden Eye was the first one that I fully appreciated and I was able to go in according to the Rating.

Before Golden Eye, most of them were all mashed up in my brain and scenes from one were mixed with another. I enjoyed Golden Eye and I still think that Pierce Brosnan was a good Bond, just unfortunate to have had to work with the worst scripts ever imaginable.

I went to see Casino Royal and though I enjoyed moments of it, there had been plenty more things that I hated about it. The final insult was when they made (via product placement) Bond drive a Ford. I don't care what excuses they make for it, Bond should never drive a Ford. Other things that annoyed me were mainly to do with the fact that Bond was imitating Bond imitations (Bourne).

The product placement took away any credibility and the extra (and unnecessary) lines to explain jokes/innuendo made it all rather tedious and a bit dirty and creepy in my opinion.

So when Skyfall was announced, I wasn't that excited or that interested, to be honest. Then I was rather confused when they announced that Sam Mendes was to direct it. Don't get me wrong, but despite being an amazing director, his forte is drama and I wasn't sure how he would adapt to action. Then I got seriously worried when there were rumors that there would be more drama in this film. That confirmed my fears that they no longer knew their product or their actual target audience.

So I got the call from a, very dear friend, friend asking if I wanted to go to the screening. Curiousity and the thrill to see something weeks ahead of the rest of the world, got the best of me. I went along thinking only two possible outcomes

1.- I'll hate it

2.- I'll like it

Nothing beyond that. The head of Sony Films UK introduced it saying that it was 'a fitting tribute to the 50th anniversary' and perhaps even 'one of the better, if not the best, film they had made'. Me and my friend agreed that he was bound to say that... and the lights went out.

The opening sequence is very exciting, to put it in a frank an simple way. A chase, punches, gun shots, over the top action, but it never descended into a caricature of itself. The credits were a mix of the old and the new and seemed to make the title song work much better than on the radio.

From then on, there were nods to previous films and previous Bonds. I am sure a few references passed me by, but it doesn't really matter as two weeks later I am still smiling at the thought of it and I am booking tickets to go and see it one more time.

Daniel Craig was superb and Javier Bardem was epic without eclipsing Bond. The action was present at every turn and not only fantastically choreographed, but it was all beautifully shot. The cheesy lines were there and there was innuendo, but again, it did it like Bond used to be and not crass as it had become lately.

There were a couple of things that I wasn't sure about, but there was nothing that I truly disliked in that film. I walked out giddy with excitement and gutted that I am unable to talk about it. But you deserve unspoiled enjoyment and the film deserves to be thoroughly enjoyed.

I will say that it is the Bond film that I have enjoyed the most and that I have been the most excited about. You can decide for yourself if it is your favourite Bond film or if it is even the best.

I've made up my mined and I very much look forward to seeing it again and finally to be able to talk about it with friends.

What a couple of month's...

Hello there, long time no type...

I think I have become rather lazy with this thing and I believe that you would agree... From it's early beginnings as the Dole Scum Diaries to me briefly becoming a corporate whore, to being and ordinarily employed person to now being a family man... it all has got a bit in the way of updating this and making regular entries.

The fighting carries on and on wherever it may roam. Exciting events happening the world around with people fighting for their right to party and for their freedom. Shame about Libya and even more shameful the late condemnation coming from the west. I say it is a shame because we were more than happy to buy his oil and grant some allowances into them purchasing weapons (in good faith, I am sure) but now I am sure that NATO or some allied nations are running their very own version of the X-factor to see who will be (for the time being) the best person to buy oil from and to sell weapons to, in return.



It is all a load of shit and it has always been, sadly, it has been so open in the last couple of decades, that we have become a bit cynical about it all. That is a terrible thing, especially as there are a lot of people losing their lives and our governments are simply going to back the horse with the better odds on their favour. If attacks and support were indeed in order to 'liberate' people, North Korea, China, Russia, Uzbekistan, Ukraine... Mexico, the US under the Bush administration... all would've been targets.

Also with the media being sold all to one man, dismantling the BBC like a malicious child pulling off the legs of a spider... and the (Tory) government selling everything off, there is something to worry about for the next couple of decades too. One thing, that I am getting tired of, is hearing people slagging off the LibDems for selling all this shit with the Tories. The LibDems have fuck all to sell!!! The only things they had were their integrity and their selr-respect, which they sold for (less than) 20 pieces of silver just to get a backstage pass into Westminster.



I say backstage pass, because that is all they got, they are there for the meet and greet and get into the odd photo opportunity so they can post it later in their blog or their facebook. Because one thing that they aren't doing is making any decisions. And one thing that they aren't getting either, is a say.

I'll close this musing with a minute of silence in mark of respect to the families of every member of the LibDems, think of the shame they have to endure everyday and how dirty they must feel by association.

Good bye dear moustache :{(

My dear tache...

Tomorrow night we will go our separate ways, for a little while. I would like to thank you for those awkward moments and those nasty comments I got (@Gavin). Also, I must admit you looked well sharp in this last week.

How can we forget the never ending wait to get the wax... only for it to take far longer for you to curl in such a majestic way.

In the cold days, you kept my upper lip quite snug. So much so, that when people thought I was smiling, it was my lip having a nice stretch.

I will miss you, but have already booked your return ticket as we have some unfinished business (what with all that wax) and the promise to give my mam some eccentric photos from her visit.

Yes, I looked like a dick, but so did I before and slowly I learned to fear never more. From those builders on the DLR this evening, laughing at me, to that emo kid simply nodding in a reverent fashion the other day.

Anyway, we'll have our fun tomorrow night as you make way to the rest of my face... as you bow out, we will ponder if it was a Chaplin, a Mugabe or something else you were trying so hard.

Thank you!!! And see you in the summer.

Jaysus...

Nearly a year from the last entry. What can I say? I am not sure I am a year wiser, all I can say is that some things have changed but overall we have the same objectives.

In the last year, a short got animated and we have spent another year trying to shoot a short that has now become (in my head) a trilogy. With an over-ambitious attempt for the cast, we can only prod along and see if we can get it made in 2011 after it being written way back in 2009.

Getting it made would be the first massive thing to do, currently uncertain as how it will be when we get there as the direction depends on an external factor. It could be me or it could be an experienced mate. If the casting gods nodded in our direction, it'd be better to have an experienced director, but we'll see. The equipment would be another thing, but that could be hired, not our mate's experience.

Now, with it being a trilogy (5min each, mind you) things get a little bit more complicated, what with having to cast an additional 5 people. Shooting the other 2 would be easier as they would be more like interviews, where as the 1st one will require actual locations and be more of a drama variety.

Apart from that 2011 has got definitely lined up for us:

• Pulp at Wireless
• New book of the Gentlemen Bastards
• New Thursday Next book
• Nortec coming back to London for the first time in years
• Family visting over for the summer

What doesn't look that promising is Hollywood:

• Green Lantern
• Green Hornet

Amongst many films, that I wish my first impressions are wrong. They gave me the feeling of 'I see what you're trying to do there, but...'

Anyway, mustn't grumble and all that.

So 2010 in a nutshell (from my perspective):

Changed jobs, animated short, not live action short, my little girl is 1 and walks and has a vast vocabulary if 6 words she uses correctly, still see out people from my last job more than my new one, only a few gigs, but they were pretty good, we started with snow and looks like we'll end it in snow and learnt how to use moustache wax.

Have a great end of 2010 and a blinding 2011.

Where are we heading?!?!?!

Hello all and long time no update...

Writing a brief note in the middle of the economic breakdown, piss taking and panic driven cultural daze.

We're going down the shits! That's where we're going and we're making sure we get there quickly. I know it is all pessimistic and depressing way to look at things, but a simple example of my work place...

Like a lot of other places in the current situation, have laid some people off! Big surprise there. But where my anger, frustration and pessimistic view stems from is from the lack of interest from people and the lengths they go to avoid helping or taking on any responsibility!!!

A bit harsh on my side, but in the past I remember when the axe fell, everyone shortly after, would comply and be very helpful as the axe hung over everyones head and you didn't want to be seen as potential dead weight.

Lo and behold it is time to pass the buck, get involved in none of your fucking business just to look busy enough and make as much noise as possible dragging as many people as possible down with you!

As you can tell I am struggling in controlling my anger, but I don't take kindly to back stabbing, useless people 'judging' my output when they can't understand.

So little is their understanding that, to my demise being an analyst, people get confused with numbers. Understandable and acceptable, then why the fuck do they want more number in the reports and higher frequency? Their confusion reaches such levels that I need the balls to run my ultimate test:

Write down a phone number in a piece of paper and put a heading over it saying it shows the trend they wanted.
The test is that, by the phone number having so many digits will manage to confuse the fuck out of them and nod pretending to understand.

My frustration and this rant come from the fact that this people make me feel useless! They demand for so much, which is mainly ignored, but with tight deadlines as they can't ask for shit in time.

So sadly I face the reality of being paid for wasting my time, the downside of that is that they make sure I am more than busy, stressed and under pressure whilst they waste my time...

Long live the days of doing dirty work for money!!!

I am truly back.

Fulham FC facing relegation...

Hello there, long time no type...

Just a quick update after three weeks of being back in the motherland and coming back from 35 degrees to 4 degrees and snow... you don't hear me complaining, just that as it was with jetlag fucking with my head, the snow made it worse...

The sun has come out once again and certainly I am not only enjoying it but certainly appreciating it... sadly not the same can be said for Fulham FC... my club.

This season has been the most heartbreaking since I started supporting them. An abysmal opening of the season with some seriously daft purchases helped us dig a nice grave. I seriously didn't like Lawrie Sanchez and personally didn't rate him back then nor now. Sadly he seemed a promise (because of his work with Norie {Northern Ireland}), which never materialized.
What pissed me off the most was the fact that he never took responsibility for anything. A stark contrast to the honesty we had for four years with the previous manager... but that's another story...

The new manager is good and I like him and his honesty, but I think we were seriously fucked before he came on board and though rescuable, the odds were always against him.

So, we're going down... I won't cry, but I have to admit that I am already upset. I think things might become tougher if we win this weekend as that would just prolong the pain. But knowing the spirit of the players, well, we might just win this weekend. So here it is to potentially go down like Sheffield United did, in a truly upsetting and heartbreaking manner.

It all comes down to the sacking of Coleman and the fact that had he been given the same money/opportunities as Sanchez had we would have been in a far different situation and (I dare even speculate) in a far more surprising position on the table... above 10th?

Anyway, so I really had to get it out of my chest and just have now... thank you and COME ON YOU WHITES!!!!

One final entry...

As usual, wishing you all the best and hoping you have a fantastic New Year celebration and that you spend it surrounded by those you want to be with.

I am glad to be spending it with my beautiful wife and some very dear friends. One thing that you must do is follow any superstition that might come from your culture.

I for example am wearing red underwear for luck reasons and will be placing a note in each of my shoes before midnight takes place.

You see, back at home (Mexico) we believe that the way you receive the new year will set the way for how it will shape up. So that it is why it is so important to spend it with people whose company you enjoy. As well we do silly little things, or used to do, as superstitions, but now I think they might have served more as entertainment for us children.

You see, I am not sure as to whether to believe in fate or not. If it does exist, I feel that it needs an encouraging when it comes to good things. Those are the ones that take a while longer to happen if you just sit on your arse and wait for them to come and find you.

I am working on things and trying to line things up in order for 2008 to be a better year than 2007 for myself, my wife, family and very dear friends. All my friends are very dear.

I sound so lame, but it is true. I shall be having a few beers tonight in delightful company and will receive the new year in the best mood that I can. Whoever and wherever you are, I hope you have an amazing time and that 2008 is great for you and those you want it to be great.

More images to follow and I would like to add a movie suggestion... it was actually from 2007 and as I said, been buying DVDs on the sale. But you must watch 28 weeks later. It rocks, kicks arse and I think that it might even be slightly better than the first one. I say this basing it on the fact that I don't like incredibly happy endings and the hopelessness of this sequel really kept me on the edge of my seat.

To those about to rock... I salute you!!!

2007 review.

Like you could give a toss, but here you go anyway. I thought I might as well waste your time a little further with some of the things that I enjoyed in 2007 on top of living itself.

When it comes to music here's my top 5 (in no specific order):

1. Interpol 'Our love to admire': I personally loved Antics and thought that the melancholy and edge of it was the pinnacle. How little did I know before Our love... was released. So melodic, honest and to the point. More than anything else it was a pleasure to listen to.
2. Elvis Perkins 'Ash Wednesday': Funnily enough, I am listening to it as I type. I was lucky enough to see him opening for Willy Mason earlier this year. Sadly I had to wait for about three months until the album was released in the UK. A bitter-sweet joy to listen to and 'While you were sleeping' has got to be quite possibly my favourite track of the year itself.
3. Gallows 'Orchestra of wolves': Some beautifully intense, passionate and in your face skate punk. More along the lines of Pennywise, maybe Fugazi, sounds like the days when Epitaph could only release great stuff. That album, though new it was full of memories and good ones at that. The joy of growing up stupidly and enjoying it with it's angst and the sheer oblivion of it all.
4. Radiohead 'In rainbows': Because you have to admit that it is a masterpiece!!! I loved Hail to the thief, but this became even more melodically without compromising. They know wheat they're doing, they love doing it and they are great at doing it. And before you ask... yes I did pay for the download and YES, more than likely I will buy the boxset once it is out. To sum this album up: Believe me, you need it in your life!
5. Porter 'Atemahawke': Mexico's finest. A fucking beauty of an album that did not disappoint or fail to deliver at any level. The class of it is beyond many things produced in other countries. A great follow up to their debut EP 'Donde los ponys pastan'. This album, like the one above, you need it in your life. You will need to search for this one as it is unlikely to come looking for you. But the search and effort will be more than rewarded.

Books. Because you need a great read on the train, or at home or whilst you try and ignore your family. Now that you have grown up, reading is not for geeks, it is OK. To put it this way, it is like smoking, it is cool, clever, big, sexy and chicks dig it. So in no specific order, here is my top 5:

1. Kate Atkinson 'One good turn': I don't know what makes it literary, apart from the review quotes on the cover. All I know is that I don't care and it is a book that looks after itself and it's tale. Everything is tied up by the end and if not satisfaction, the simple acknowledgement makes it an enjoyable read. Brilliant and have already recommended it.
2. Derek Landy 'Skulduggery Pleasant': Kids book, might not be the best and it has set itself a great challenge for the second book, but it is enjoyable, flows smoothly and a lot of fun. Great stuff and will be waiting for the second one eagerly.
3. Ben MacIntyre 'Agent Zig-Zag': Top book!!! And it is all true!!! You have to read it. You will laugh, sympathize (which in my case is a lot to ask) and simply feel upset when it comes to an end. Fantastic!
4. Charlie Higgson 'Hurricane Gold': New tome in the young Bond series. I met Higgson, might have freaked him out, but I loved the book. If you fear that it will be like Anthony Horrwitz ones, you are wrong. This are actually based back in the days when the "real" Bond would have been a teenager (around 1920's 30's). They are brilliant and all takes place thanks to sheer intelligence rather than flashy gizmos.
5. CJ Sansom 'Sovereign': Because crime fiction in the Tudor times does work. Entertaining, thrilling and bloody educational as they have been amazingly and painstakingly researched. Though this is book 3 in a series, you can start with 'Dissolution' that it is book 1 and it is just as good.

Movies. Here I might be too obvious and a bit outdated as I didn't go much to the cinema and bought some of the DVDs on the sales and they might be from 2006 but I have only seen them now... so, random order top 5:

1. The Bourne Ultimatum: Because it is the most exciting film you have seen since you were 8 years old. Nothing that I can say would do it justice, so do yourself a favour and buy a copy, watch it. Watch the extras and then watch it again. It gets better every time.
2. Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix: Because it is brilliant and they have captured the darkness that can be found in those stories. In my opinion the book went on for about 100 pages too many after the story had in reality finished. I can't wait for the final two installments.
3. The Departed: Oh my GOD!!! Chilling (and not in the mellow way, but in the shivery and speechless kind of way).
4. Blade Runner 5 disc edition: Because the world has been a mess before it came out and if it continues to be a mess now that it has been finally released... well, that shows how stupid the world is. Though I am yet to watch the 5 discs in their entirety, I know that they rock and that they are what we all need.
5. The Proposition: Because the genius of Nick Cave shows throughout the entire movie. The whole thing is a massive build up to a realisation framed by the most amazingly contrast of arid and beautiful landscapes. On the first viewing, when you get to the end, you might feel as if you have been punched really hard in the stomach and you're momentarily out of breath. But believe me that once you recover it, you will appreciate it.

Pictures to follow.

Random Images on Googling the number 30...

30 Earth Masses...


The symbolic meaning of the number 30...


30 Exhibition...



This are announcing the forthcoming entry of 'On being 30' boring you with my views on being 30, not smoking and pretty much the same shit as before, but might have a different angle...

We shall see.

Same shit, different day...

What can I say apart from the fact that nothing much ever changes and that life itself is the real 'Magic Roundabout'...

I am still full of shit and have nothing good to say about anything. Currently I am a little bit ill, one of those awful man flu's that can kill an elephant, but you don't hear me complaining.

Man ,I remember the good old days when I was able to update this page a few times a week and still put through an average of 5 to 6 applications a day. It's not even as if money has changed me. In my case, when people say 'Time is money', I think it is more like a commodity and I can't afford to have any.

Been up to my eye balls at work and doing some weekend hours and bitching the rest of the weekend. My 30th is approaching so fast that I am already nostalgic of cigarettes even though I have just over three weeks left of smoking, if I stick to my (wife's) plan.

Sorry to go off on a tangent and especially, sorry for the next image. Swindon is indeed a different world. Behold their 'Magic Roundabout':


Not only is it shit, but it looks like a fucking swastika with five arms. Now, that is extreme . If you think I made this shit up, Google 'Magic Roundabout' click on the images tab and scroll half way down the screen. Presto.

Man, I've been to a few gigs and not written about it. Lately, I feel like pretentious twat just rubbing it on people's faces. I hope I am not or at least not the most hate-able of them all.

As you can see , I've got fuck all to say, nothings changed there. The only thing that I am truly devastated about is the fact that the map of the world that had spots for every hit from every place. IT IS FUCKING GONE!!! I am terribly upset about that because now I haven't got the time to be harassing people across the world or browsing at random other blogs and leaving random comments in the hope they might come accross mine.


The worst thing of all, was the fact that deliberately I began pestering people from Madagascar until one person finally read my blog and a dot was there to demonstrate it. Undeniable evidence that I had been read in Madagascar!!! It was my only claim to fame. I have mates with tens of thousands of hits, but none in Madagascar!!!

Even worse is the fact that no one reads this shit apart from me and if you got this far I have to buy you a pint if we ever meet, as I would have given up a long time ago. I suppose that the more I write, the more likely it will be coming up in the 'recently updated' list.


Well, on Thursday I start a course in college and for the first time in my adult life, I will be taking something that I enjoy and am passionate about rather than to progress my (so hated) career. Maybe that will give me more to say in the future and hope that next entries, not only become more frequent, but as well let's hope that one day they will be mildly interesting.

Thank and you stay classy San Diego...

Bourne vs Bond

So this seems to be the topic at the moment... (Excuse my spastic amateurish graphics)

I went last night to see the last one of the Bourne trilogy and really enjoyed it. In very few words, it was fucking fantastic!!!

The main issue is that people are asking themselves now, who is better, Bond or Bourne? The way I see it, it is pretty simple and it is as follows:

Historically, Bond will beat the shit out of all of them. Think that without Bond having made it onto the screens, Bourne would have come to us later and more than likely under a different guise... Just like narrow minded won't admit about the Beatles, music would have still come to us.

The problem that I see today with Bond is the fact that it is written for the American market, trying to use the same formula that worked with Roger Moore (innuendo) and Timothy Dalton (a bit seedy). When I say that they are written for the American market, I hate to admit it, but I am generalising. What pisses me off is the fact that now even the simplest thing for any imbecile to figure out has to be explained by the peripheral characters in ten lines, so we make sure no one misses out on the story line. (Casino Royal during the cards game and the 'bluff'). As well, the 'innuendo' has been reduced to filthy comments that even a dirty, dirty drunk would feel embarrassed to say. (Casino Royal comment about Bond's little finger).

And on't get me started on getting Bond driving a fucking Ford!!! I don't give a fuck what justification they came up to not say 'PRODUCT PLACEMENT', it is a disgrace. People like you and me use public transport and might drive a Ford, but Bond would get piles if he places his arse on such an abomination. He was meant to be better than you and me and now they want you to relate!!! How fucking wrong and sick is that? I dread to think the mess that Ian Fleming's coffin must be like now, considering that in the last 8 years he must have been turning in his grave like a fucking tornado.

The most worrying thing is that Bond doesn't realise that is trying to compete now with Bond copycats. It seems like a teenage girl with confidence problems that is trying to out do the girls that have been copying her all along, only to end with embarrassing consequences.

I actually have hated every Bond movie after Golden Eye, which I thought was not only a real, but also great return. Pierce Brosnan had the bad luck of incredibly shit scripts. Casino Royal, was better than it's predecessors, but what wasn't? Fuck, the trailer of Snakes on a Plane was better than the last Brosnan Bond.

The harshest thing is that people are so fucking thick that they have to compartmentalize everything. It is as when people ask Star Wars or Star Trek. I personally think that Star Trek is shit and secondly I think that George Lucas should die of shame after keeping people waiting for so long and releasing such a load of shite, then take my and your money and run to the bank. But that's just me and the medication wearing off...

Of course you can chose which one you like best, of course you can have a favourite, of course you have a choice and it counts and it makes you special and you really matter to someone...

My summary is that: Historically Bond is the daddy and excluding the last 5 films (OK four and 2/3 of Casino Royal) it's a classic. Bond was a tradition that would have been nice to be passed down from generation to generation. Sadly, it is now just a concept that people know will sell and feel it needs to be tampered with to keep the money coming in. The only thing that needs tampering with is the fucking scripts. Hopefully with Sebastian Faulks writing the new official book, might inspire a good script, we'll see.

Regardless of what I say there is a promise I can never keep and that is that I'll never, ever again will I go and see the new Bond movie at the cinema.

The current situation makes the Bourne movies more enjoyable. Fucking loved them and I am glad that at least the last instalment I was able to go and see it on the big screen. I left exhilarated, wanting to kick arse, crash my car and beat people up... all that with a mad fucking smile on my face. I hadn't seen a movie that gripped me or excited me so much (no pun intended there). It was a pleasure to watch and yes, it had a few mistakes and a few cheesy bits, but it managed to pull through with pretty much it's whole dignity, unlike others...

Ever yours Peyotitlan

Glastonbury Review... Pt 2

I know, I know, it is a week late and I said that it was going to be done sooner rather than later, but anyway there is no one reading it apart from myself...

Anyway, because of the delay, I thought I would keep it very simple:

The good:
The good covers so much that will have to keep it limited to the normal areas. The mood was brilliant and most people were very friendly.
Something that wasn't good but it was rather life saving was the flushing toilet block. Man, those things rock and they clean them constantly so there was no real problem there.

Bands that really did it are as follows (in my own opinion) - CSS they were the most fun you could ever have and Love Foxx is as hot as she lacks dancing skills and rhythm. But bloody hell she can work the crowd and make you laugh.
Chemical brothers were amazing, not a very long set and I have to admit that I found dancing a bit difficult with thick mud up to my ankles and having had to walk in it for three days left my legs a bit tired. Talk about visuals!!! Fucking amazing is the simplest and fairest way to describe them.
Sir Shirley Basset (Dame Shirley Bassey) you must have seen her on TV, she rocked and she said 'ass' and laughed straight after it.
The Coral, Biffy Clyro, The Cribs, The View, El Presidente, The Marley Brothers, Arctic Monkeys, The Hours, pear cider, food... You get the point, it kicked arse!!!

The Bad:
The nob jockey sound engineer who prevented us all from hearing Dizzee play live with the Arctic Monkeys.
The people that laughed at my hat.

That fucking baked potato I had on Sunday. Probably the same sound engineer who managed to fuck up the guitar for half a song for Biffy Clyro and had the lead singer looking like a twat hammering at it for no real reason what so ever.

Win Butler 's (Arcade Fire) mouth that wouldn't stop talking shite in between tracks for what it felt like ever and then complaining that he'd just been to a fucking wedding in Dublin with more atmosphere. How he'd fucking like it if some twat started talking shite in between speeches and dishes, not letting him get into the mood of it or talking for so long that the mood would start abandoning him...

Mike, simply because I hate him and I now regret my one missed appointment with fate... I could have hurt him or worse, months before he made it big. I simply didn't know at the time that the fucking irritating waiter (whom I anyway wanted to hurt) would be him.

The Ugly:
The urinals by the pyramid stage. Piss mud, what it seemed to be waist high and slippery as fuck which made you (nearly) shit yourself when you went for a wee, with your heart in your mouth, dreading a fall into the piss mud.
That cunt that started pissing in the middle of the crowd in between the Klaxons and CSS. Pretending that nothing was happening, but nevertheless he just wee'd there.

The wait for the coaches. Freezing cold rain, organising skills that people in Mexico would be ashamed of and no fucking sleep make it difficult to enjoy when after a great weekend you are desperate to go home.

Apparently shortly after our (2 hour late) coach turned up and we left, the red cross was called in as people were suffering from hypothermia.

Anyway, so that was my compressed version of events, I fucking loved, I hated the mud, but it made walking so hard that my thighs now look like Lance Amstrong's. The food was great and though I spent a fair bit of money I still think it was worth it and will definitely try to go next year.

Ta, ta.

Glastonbury review...

Soon to come... the review and some photos...
However you can already see some of the photos in MyLiveSpace in the link to the right...


As well I will launch a new blog in Spanish for all of you who care, might be interested or would just end up there by mere accident...



Love you all.

Glastonbury... here we come!!!

After, I think, about 15 years of wanting to go to Glastonbury and having to fight on-line and on the phone (simultaneously) for the previous 3 festivals and missing out on the tickets...

We've got some!!! That is soooooooo cool and finally I am getting properly excited about it... At work it has been so busy and at moments rather unpleasant, that I really didn't have any or enough time to ponder about going to Glastonbury this year.

As a good geek, I've already colour coded the artists for each day and will have to assess the feasibility once on site and taking the times it would take from one stage to the other and so on.

My excitement it has been mildly clouded by the (spine chilling) thought of the 'facilities' AKA toilets... I have you know that I am rather picky when it comes to this issue. Only when travelling I was able to use a shared toilet without the need of having to spend there more than a few months to asses the habits of each individual and calculate the risks...
To give you an idea at how bad I can be... there was one place that I worked at that it was considerably over a year before I used the toilets for anything other than a wee...


Anyway, bodily functions aside... it is amazing and though the weather has not been on our side this year, I am very much looking forward to it. Currently I am trying to cut back the amount that we take as I don't want to be a) A sherpa or b) One of those fucking yuppies who all they're missing is that picnic basket with the bubbly, strawberries and only one man servant as they're slumming it... it is a festival of course.
I am so trying to cut back on unnecessary stuff that I have decided to only take a couple (max 3) t-shirts. This might sound OK to you, if you believe that I will be there only Friday to Sunday... sadly for my wife, we could only get the coach tickets. That means that we will be there from Wednesday and come back at some point on Monday.
I really don't know how much I will stink by the time we get to meet up with mates that are also going... Frankly my dears, I don't give a damn.

So that is at the moment the way the cookie is crumbling. I bought a pair of wellies yesterday. My first pair since some point in the 80's when I was a wee little one jumping into puddles. I think my last pair was either yellow with a blue line going around the sole or they were red with yellow insides and soles.

This new pair is a manly black with brownish sole and I wore them most of yesterday. Pretty much like a small child. As soon as I got home from the shops, I threw my shoes to one side and put on my new wellies. This might sound bad, but I am rather pissed off by the fact that kids and women get cool designs of wellies and we don't. I even tried yesterday to trick the staff of the shoe shop by picking up a pair of kid's ones (with pirate skeletons brandishing swords) and asking if I could try them on on a 7... As you can see from the photos below... I failed. Correction, the shops failed me...


Anyway, needless to say, I am already getting all our shit together as we will be leaving very early on Wednesday morning to catch the coach...
I will certainly be flying the flag, but I am afraid that the mask will stay here. I will take the bottle of Calpis with me so that I can update the world tour on MySpace.

Anyway, hope you all have a great week and a great weekend and I will upload some photos and my attempts of reviews once we get back. Might even try to update this through my phone, but now... that is so wanky...

Have fun beautiful people, ugly people, do what you must or you usually do that passes for fun. Au revoir.

I name this planet 'RETARDO'

Based upon recent findings, I can nearly absolutely claim that the planet is mainly inhabited by retards...

Sorry, not fair on people with mental disabilities, but I have been facing seriously commonsensically challenged people. I cannot name names or places as it is easy to relate and tie two and two together... well, that is giving them some credit on their intelligence and reasoning skills. Sorry, YOU, will guess and they'll probably think I am talking about someone else and probably think that after all I have joined their gang and am willing to slag off that other person...

Fucking hell, you can tell I am angry. Man, talk about banging your head against a brick wall or trying to get water out of a rock... that would have saved me time, compared to the shit I've put up this last week.

I know, I sound like a fucking martyr, poor me... sorry just incredibly frustrated, can't help it there. Just imagine that the fruit of your labours is sent out to the same distribution list... the person responsible for you asks you the same fucking question as every week.

Where is such thing? To which your answer remains the same after four weeks. It is that one named such, just like it has been named for the last four weeks...You can only mutter under your breath and wait for the next question in the now - incredibly irritating - sketch-like routine... What about the historical stuff? (My answers will be now all in capitals as though I utter them at normal volume, my mind is screaming them) IT IS THE FIRST FOUR WEEKS SHOWING THERE... THERE, YES, THOSE ARE PRIOR TO... How come it peaked on the fourth week? NO, IT DIDN'T, THAT WAS THE RE-LAUNCH WEEK... and after that your calls and e-mails are ignored. This is followed by an e-mail to the team puzzling over the peak on the 4th week and static silence as a reply to your calls and more than likely you have now embarrassed your boss...

Man, I hate the fact that people can be so big fucking headed not to be arsed to read your e-mails or answer your calls... when all you're trying to do is stop them from looking like fucking idiots...

You wouldn't believe that I've already had this same rant four times in the last 4.5 hours...

Anyway, it is great to be back and hope you like the pictures...

Finally I am back...

Finally...

Though actually I need to run in 15min to catch my bloody train into work.
Work, work, wonderful work!!!

From my last entry, where I managed to rescue my dignity from the jaws of (put something really evil here) I have got a new job.

I have been there now for 3 months and what can I say? Some days it is brilliant and some days it is back to work. The cool thing about the place is that it is an ethical company and that the people I work with are mainly great... not all of them. Back at home in Mexico we have a saying: Work is something so horrible, that they have to pay you to do it. Some times that is the case, some times you get paid to get bored, but at the moment I am getting paid to work my arse off.

I am not getting paid to get stressed, but that's me just chucking it in as an extra. I am ever so generous. Apart from work I can only tell you about some gigs that we have been to, that we visited Slovenia (it is fantastic, everyone must go there, it is beautiful) and a couple of exhibitions we have been to.

I will soon review all these things and add the photos to them as well so that you have a visual commentary too. Sorry if today's is below par, but it is the rush of actually getting something on the page.

If there is anyone still reading this, I'd like to thank you and I hope to be more consistent. I will post more updates soon and I will try and change the look of the site.

Anyhow, now I have to start the fight with my PC to shut itself down and then run to catch my train. I'll add some random pictures tonight and hope you are all well and that I can see you all back.

Signing off, Peyotitlan after overcoming the Zombies from Sahuayo...

NEW JOB!!! and of course... new name and entries soon.

Long time no blog... that was mainly down to the fact that with lack of employment (thus restricted or economical entertainment and fewer adventures) there was fuck all to share, if anything.

I have news and I think they're pretty damn good. I have a new job. The best thing is that no corporate pimp got hold of my arse this second time around. I managed to get a job with an ethical cosmetics company (and no, they're not asking me to doll up every morning... just on casual Fridays). I am doing the same stuff as the last nine years, but today (my first day 26-02-07) it was a fresh of breath air (ha, ha, ha a bit stinky first thing in the morning).

It was pretty cool and it seems that all the hippies I slagged off a few years back, followed my advice... they took a shower and got themselves a job. Thank god for them listening to me as they have now employed me and will probably make sure that now I am the one taking a shower every morning and being nice to people and helpful to my colleagues... that will be some change, believe me. Anyway, better cut it here before I manage to even bore myself.

Yours truly

Peyotitlan, your friendly neighbourhood...

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Personal update 2,397

Hello there, beautiful people. Hope you are all well and that things are going nicely, wherever you find yourselves. A quick entry to update you all on the recent happenings. As you might remember, I got a job, for a very big company... sadly I have thought about leaving that place, though it is a great opportunity. It is tragic really, but the thing is that the travelling taking me between 4 and 5 hours a day.

I am looking for something in Central London as crossing the city underground every morning and not seeing it, is breaking my heart. That and the fact that my quality of life has not improved, quite the contrary. I seem to be spending only 1.5 hours a day of 'quality' time with my wife. So to put it plainly, it pretty much sucks and I am tired of it already which is affecting my ability to adapt. I am disappointed as I am sure some of you will be too, but I believe it is the right choice.

Apart from work, well, I managed to read a fair bit, mainly books that I either thought they were shit ('Hannibal' by T Harris and 'Jim Giraffe' by D King), disappointing ('Overtaken' by Alexei Sayle), just OK ('The Golem's eye' by J Stroud and 'Balthasar's odyssey' by A Maalouf) and the few that I really enjoyed ('Across the nightingale floor' by L Hearn, 'Lost in a good book' by J Fforde, 'No 1 Ladies detective agency' A McCall Smith and 'The Odessa file' by F Forsyth).

I am currently reading the latest book from one of my favourite authors 'Restless' by William Boyd. It is rather small but it is flowing as nicely as I wanted it to. The only thing that really pissed me off was the fact that the very last page, printed on the underside, had a fucking advert for a fucking chocolate bar. Have some self respect!!! Shove adverts to Bridget Jones' shite!!! You wouldn't notice it there, but fuck off and leave my books alone!!!

Apart from that, I have manages to neglect the blog, the future podcasts have remained in a planned version rather than having been recorded, I have not played my bass or used the metronome I got for Christmas... Moan, moan, moan, I nearly sound Australian, ha ha ha ha...

Better leave it here and send you all my best wishes and hope to be able to transfer to another job sooner rather than later. But fear not, I will remain a Corporate Whore from now on...