Love, by Scott Saw
Now, you know I seldom need encouragement to procrastinate and linger between blog posts.
There are various reasons for this, some more legitimate than others I’ll admit but essentially I’ve been working on lots of other sites over the last year and that in itself has been an up and down cycle worthy of it’s own blog mini-series.
I then decided I wanted to give this site a makeover. I’m getting a bit bored of the caricature me insofar as I can see disappointment in people’s eyes when they see I look nothing like my smiley avatar and it will only progress as years go by and my hairline recedes. So I’ve been working on some ideas but nothing that I really like yet.
So, as if that wasn’t enough to be getting on with, I’ve just decided to move my web hosting account. Now, because the host I’ve used since 2007 has a custom control panel, moving to a new host means a totally manual transfer of over 250 sites…oh joy of joys! However in the long run it should prove to be better…he says optimistically.
This means you can expect even fewer updates but having said that, you may get more updates, just less waffle. Time will tell, anyway, off to tinker with DNS nuts n bolts. If the internet breaks, it wasn’t me!
Eagled eyed visitors will recognise the name Hijack Stories, from back in April. They were the band that I had tickets to see…sat in my office while I was at home. I did eventually see them in August when they played the Camden Barfly. It was a good gig with my only complaint at the time being the brevity of the set.
Scott, the bass player, advised me then that the band were going to be working on an EP and the next time I saw them there’d be more material. That was something to look forward to and so it was when Hijack Stories announced the launch of their EP would be at 333 Mother bar in Shoreditch on Saturday 26 October 2013. I was fortunate enough to be invited along and arrived in time to watch The Black Fields who were pretty good except for one slightly annoying factor…the lead singer insisted on singing with a ‘Suthrn drawl. continue reading…
Over the last few months things have been more than a little hectic and probably an indicator that the new activities are certainly keeping me busy but also leaving me feeling in need of a break, which was why I was looking forward to today.
Fritz, Gillian & Maury were flying out from Manchester and I was flying out from Gatwick with the intention of the four of us meeting at Malaga airport and spending the weekend in a villa just relaxing.
What made it feel even better was the fact that I’d paid for the flights end of July/beginning of August so obviously I’d forgotten about the transaction, making it feel like a totally free holiday! continue reading…
The back tattoo is getting closer to reality now that I’ve had an idea for what I’d like added to Scott’s painting.
On one side I envisage the notes that float from the leaves of the trees drift over my shoulder and start to fall, on my upper arm, into musical notation, wrapping around twice before tapering off. All fairly straightforward until I throw in my curve-ball; in a sort of rockabilly style.
No, I can’t quite explain what I mean when I say that, I can see the sort of look in my head but I can’t articulate it, you keep drawing and I’ll say hot or cold to guide you…wait, better put the kettle on now, this could take a while.
Once the tattoo goes from paper to skin I’ll finally get the chance to try out Forever Ink’s Ink Balm. Reviews I’ve read online have been scarce so far but all fairly positive. I tried Forever Ink’s Ink Shield for a few months and it seems to be a good product.
What with taking up new hobbies, going to the gym and pondering tattoo designs I’m frantically trying to play catch-up with new Drum n Bass releases. Often the reason for the delay is because I get side-tracked by a track that I just like to listen to. continue reading…
I know I talk about my procrastination fairly frequently, some days I think about it more than others. Lately I’ve been paying it a lot of attention as it’s becoming quite frustrating.
According to a lot of old wives, procrastinators only procrastinate over things they don’t want to do; the boring chores etc. If only that were the case, take my bold holiday plans. Earlier this year I was determined to have a proper holiday, I’d set myself a budget, which grew by an additional 50%.
The criteria were fairly straightforward (I thought) Somewhere warm, a beach surrounded by crystal blue water, no free wi-fi, no likelihood of finding an Irish themed bar. You get the picture. continue reading…