Happy Easter!

I went the traditional route this Easter and spent it with family- went to visit my ickle bro in Norf Landan - he is a jammy bastard and moved In with a bunch of really safe people- not only that but they're all talented, creative, pro-active...erm wreckheads hah! so my kinda people.

Anyway, it was my second trip up town this week, the first one being to see "Manchester Orchestra" in Camden on Wednesday. [brag] my mate works at abbey road so it was free [/brag]. both visits have strengthened my resolve to actually get something done and get where i want to be. which is London. i need to get a half decent career in graphics started, i need to get the VJ thing back on the rails, i need to take advantage of still being young and and resilient and full of hope and desire still.

I need to be where i can make connections and be inspired and be near people who actually have dreams and aspirations and are willing to fight/suffer/kill for it. and i love my homecrew, but one thing my hometown does not foster is wild creative flight. it is a place of mediocrity, familiarity, comfort, conservatism and bullshit. It has been infecting me. this must stop.

So! i need to make a plan. i need to re-double the efforts in getting me a London graphics job. i must stop using excuses and realise that the only person who is gonna get me to where I'm going is me.


this well cheered me up, even tho it's hardly ground-breaking, it was still a very welcome sight. me and Finbar went to teh Science Museum and the V&A. and then got wrecked. heh.


Someone in finsbury park dunt like British Gas.


This was Manchester orchestra at Camden barfly last Wednesday. for the record, they are neither and orchestra or from Manchester. A bunch of yanks, in fact. and they might have been fantastic, or it might just be that i haven't been to see any live music for ages an was all excited. Bless.


One of Fin's Housemates. Zero fucks given

'allo! i used to run freeparties (or raves, depending how old you are) with the Native Beats crew

which for anyone outside europe, are illegal parties in the woods, usually on common ground, and which legally are characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats.

anyway, i was at my mate's house, who still has the old soundsystem in his garage, and as is usual for a Thursday, we gathered the old crew in the area and had an ickle rave in his garage, while broadcasting on tinterweb.

last Thursday i was inspired by memories, and made a drawing of a rave in the morning after, which is my favourite bit. it's when the police have stopped hassling, the squares and chavs have gone home, and you are left with teh hardcore enjoying the early morning sun and and basking in the afterglow of what just happened. basking in freedom accomplished. that's what it looks like in my head ^^