Over the fence is out

I heard a story today when I visited an old school friend, about one of our PT teachers at the time. Apparently he’s been accused of sexual harassment.

We both remember him walking through the girls’ locker room when there was no need for it. But although some girls seemed to object to it at the time, we didn’t have a problem with it. In those days you wouldn’t get done for sexual harassment on those grounds.

Times have changed a lot. People are more prudish, more aware, more vocal and more paranoid. Back then we were more relaxed and more naive.

I liked that teacher. When he helped us during gymnastics I wouldn’t be afraid of falling.

On the train, in the carriage next to me, 5 spotty teenagers were being loud and obnoxious. They were blowing shrill little bird whistles. Everybody was annoyed, but nobody said anything. We’re all afraid to say something.

Why don’t they get done?

Great deal

I have a great deal with a friend. I help him with computer stuff (install software on his laptop) and he cooks me dinner.

It would be a lousy deal if he were a bad cook, but he’s not. In fact he’s probably the best amateur – and I mean that in the best sense of the word – cook I know.

So that’s where I was today… installing IE4. First I brought the wrong cd-rom so I decided to download it. After an hour and 15 minutes of downloading the connection was broken… so I jumped on my bike to get the cd-rom after all.

There wasn’t any sushi at the shops so i got… salmon for starters, lamb for main course, tiramisu for a sweet.

All that and good conversation cheered me up no end. Now does anyone have a room for rent in Amsterdam?

I ask myself:
Why aren’t warez sites about warez anymore??

Dark are the days

There was a great band from Ireland featuring Donal Lunny’s son. They were called Marxman & they had a small hit with ‘All About Eve’. Perhaps they’re better known for their single with Sinead O’Connor: ‘Ship Ahoy’.

Well, one of their songs was called Dark are the Days. They are. Yes, it’s still raining. Outside and in my head.

I called off the house deal – it was doing my head in – I’m not going to buy, I’m just going to rent a room. What I need is freedom to go wherever I want, whenever I want. If I want to shop in London, I want to be able to do that. I want to eat good food, buy books, CDs… whatever. My pleasure comes from these things – not from the place I live in. I don’t make enough money to have both and I choose my freedom. The way I’m reacting to this all, I’m definitely not ready to be a house owner.

I hope the decision will lift my spirits. Maybe the sushi I’ll be having tomorrow will help. ;-)

A very good friend from Ireland called, we’re probably going to the wild west Cork in September. Check out the place we’re going. Ignore the hippy shite – we’re going to see Nick Cave and talk about literatjoooooore.

Funny… my Irish friend has started keeping a diary as well.

December’s here again:

Well you can tell….

I suppose I’m late to tag on to the 70’s disco revival. I guess it was Hot Chocolate’s re-release of ‘Sexy thing’ on the Full Monty soundtrack that really got me going. Suddenly I’m scrounging the net for groovy empeethrees, downloading a massive 400 mb of tunes – mostly hip & trip hop, some alternative, spiced with those great tunes I used to love to hate. Beegees, Abba, Patti LaBelle, Carl Douglas sit nicely next to Air’s post-postmodern-neo-dance-chill-out grooves.

I’m so tired of the Radioheads, the Pearl Jams, all the guitar-angst-wank-rockers in this world.

And what the hell does Bob Dylan’s spawn think they are doing murdering the holy Bowie’s Heroes? I think it’s time for yankee rockers to get out of the garage and into the closet.

Ah ah ah ah staying aliiiiiiiiiiiive… that’s where it’s at.

PS. I think I’ll just rent. The vote tells me so.

Link of the Day:
iMusic have started a great soundtrack site.

On TV:
Space 1999

Stop it

If I close my eyes, shut my ears and count to ten, will things be all right in Northern Ireland?

The rain is coming down incessantly.

Someone please stop it.

On my stereo:
Arcanum – Dragging canvasses and breathing lies.
Imaani – Where are you?

A room with a view

I saw a place I liked. It’s a lovely place smack in the middle of ‘De Pijp’ in Amsterdam. Huge balcony on the south, lovely view of opulent green gardens. Wooden floor throughout.

The owner said he’d already been offered more than it’s up for sale for. (fl. 220.000). I definitely can’t afford more than that. I thought the whole idea was to offer around 15% less than what they ask. But with supply only barely equalling demand, owners have the luxury of selling to the highest bidder. (First come first served is what it used to be.) I have to make my bid before Tuesday 5 pm.

I’ve only been at this a few days, and it’s already depressing me no end. Going through other people’s houses is embarrassing. Dealing with large amounts of (somebody else’s) money is daunting. The thought of my rent doubling is frightening.

I want to curl up in a small dark place and sleep for a long long time.


The three tenors are singing Ständchen!

I’ve always liked Domingo better than Pavarotti. Domingo just looks better. He’s fairly dry today (good!), but once he starts hamming it up, I turn the switch.

Been busy making new pages for gavinfriday.com, my other domain. Have a look at what the man reads.

I have links to on line shops like cdnow and amazon.com on my site. Does that mean I’ve lost integrity? Surely it’s ok to try and make people buy books and music? Let me know.