Here I was going to write about going to see Glasgow’s finest purveyors of good time Rock (that’s The Cherrykicks, by the way). BUT I’m not in the mood. Some evil chav who must live in the same building as me has took half my bike from the landing outside my door while I slept, never mind the security door or anything.

I hope the seat gives you piles and the wheels burst on a corner.

And if I find out you are who I think you are I’m going to superglue your front door closed.

On the plus side, my U -lock obviously works but has anyone got any ideas what to do with a naked bike frame? I think I’m going to turn it into a voodoo doll.

this not gunna be a long blog but I just wanted to convey to you what happened to me on Monday when I was just trying to do something nice. I went to give blood. I’ve done this regularly since I was 18, about 10 times and never had a problem. This time however I did. As I lay down waiting for the nures to stick me I took a few deep breaths ‘cos it hurts to begin with. However I wasn’t prepared for the bloody butcher they had working that day. After being jabbed, she muttered ‘mmm…missed the vein’ and proceeded to wiggle the fucking needle about under the skin trying to find the vein. After 20 seconds of this she admitted defeat pulled out the needle then without warning stuck me again. The dozy bitch still couldn’t ‘find the vein’ but by now I had a fast spreading bruise where she’d been poking the needle. Deciding I’d not been mutilated sufficiently she thought it best to release the pressure of the bruise by using the needle to pierce the skin once again. I resisted the urge to strangle the bitch shouting I’m not a fucking pin cushion but another nurse wandered over and said ‘ah… sorry about that why don’t you get yourself a cup of tea and come back in a few weeks’. The temerity of the woman! Suffice to say I’m not going back their anytime soon although I’ll still give blood ‘cos it’s a good thing to do. Anyhow I’m off to hand in my essay and I’ll be back blogging again soon, once I’ve recovered from my ordeal. Toodle pip…

I’d just like to say that it wasn’t me that set the QMU on fire in the hope of making Starsailor die a horrible burning death. Despite working in a building mere yards away I have witnesses to the fact that I was involved in the complicated task of breaking our own websites while being electrocuted via the static electricity conducting devices that are my polyester slacks.

and I’ll post about Hood and Mogwai later. But before I go out to see Trans Am!

anyone want to send me additions to my corporate pen collection? they’ve got to be advertising huge corporations or ‘hip’ design/internet companies. so far I’ve got a solid silver Windows 2000 pen [okay, it’s actually some kind of crappy metal painted silver], a Microsoft MSDN plastic pen, a purple Macromedia pen and an astounding pen from Learning IT [they’re not a corporation but the pen has a mini yellow highlighter in the lid!]. send more to me at the address on the contact page. I’ll love you for it.

I’m going to go buy lots of new records today after being stuck in the house for the first four days of my new paycheck. I’ve got four in mind but I don’t think I should buy them all. not with the new Fugazi album coming out very very soon. I really want the Ride boxset though…