Let’s Have Some Fun This Weekend
I have a few miserable pals on the blogosphere at the moment. Mind you, given the diaristic (yes, I know that’s not a word – like a diary… mmm, diuretic? – no, that’s worse…
Seesh, didn’t even close the brackets.
Where was I? Ah, yes, given the diuretic nature of the blogosphere I suppose this shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is always a shame when people you like aren’t altogether happy. I have no useful advice to offer really, except to suggest doing your best to forget it and enjoy a nice cold beer or a good record or a snuggle on the couch or some truly exceptionally filthy internet pornography and do your best to take your happiness in small doses.
I am generally a happy individual myself, and it’s the weekend, and the sun is threatening to shine, so let’s have some happy music. Not crazy, mental over the top stuff because things don’t have to be the best thing ever in the universe to just be good and cheerful and a little bit uplifting. Cheerful days – the time is Beer minus 1.5 and counting…
Breasts
Echobelly – Great Things I haven’t heard this one in ages – splendid!
Lambchop – Your Fucking Sunny Day
The Shaky Hands – Whales Sing If this bass-line doesn’t cheer you up you are clinically deceased.
The Gourds – Gin & Juice Sheer, unadulterated genius.
(The Real) Tuesday Weld – Stand by Your Man
sunny friday afternoons always stir the urge in me to sit outside and drink pitchers of beer. it’s a leftover impulse from my college days. : )
i shall listen to the music and try to be happy. the intro to that lambchop song is a good start.
Marcy, if Kurt and Lambchop can’t make you happy you never will be. You are surrounded by people who think you are wonderful. Just because we are far away across the sea doesn’t make our regard for you any less real.
haha, oh dear it must be a melancholy blog week! having nothing but exams for the next four weeks and other extraneous variables have done their part, but never fear! i will be happy tomorrow. liking the Shaky Hands track.
I had loads of fun last night. I accidentally swallowed quite a bit of Germolene and was sick. 6 vodkas and bacon crisps didn’t help. I’m suing them all.
Are you sure it wasn’t Dr Pepper Liz? It tastes a bit like Germoline…
germolene sounds incredibly nasty–whatever the hell it is! hope you’re feeling better, liz.
matthew, thank you so much. it really does make a difference to know that people care about my mental state, no matter where they are. : ) speaking of which, it isn’t as bad as it used to be, liz can attest to that. i think . . .
Germoline is a pink antiseptic ointment that smells uncannily like root beer. Every British child in the world remembers germoline being put on their scrapes and grazes when they were a kid.
Mostly we don’t eat it though.
Being on that list of splendidness must help, eh Jamila? I was dead pleased about that one.
So Germolene is basically Neosporin? New to me. I learned something today!
am i hallucinating or have you removed yesterday’s post?
I was tinkering for a bit, but it’s back now.
shakey hands owes much to elvis costello
The rest of the album less so, I’d say, but I’m no expert on Elvis Costello. It’s a good album, mind you.