Friday Fancies a Snooze
Hooray, it’s my fucking birthday. Whoop-de-fucking-doo. The thing is, I genuinely don’t care about birthdays, either in a positive or a negative sense, but Facebook and birthdays are an ungodly fucking combination, really they are.
“Yo, happy birthday dude.” “Hey man, have a good one.” Fuck off! If you really, truly care then at least buy me something expensive, and if you don’t care enough to do that, which you shouldn’t, then let’s just drop all the shallow platitudes shall we. I don’t care about my birthday, so there’s no need for you to pretend to.
Can you tell I’m tired?
Last night was brilliant. The Scottish Enlightenment were fucking awesome and the New Music Innovation thingy in Glasgow was surprisingly interesting. The thing is, it was the third night out on the lash in a row for me, so by the time I stumbled back from Haymarket to our house I was pretty clapped out. My legs ache this morning. How does a hangover and a lack of sleep make your legs ache?
So, I am considering a late afternoon nap before I go and play fives and then head out to the Wark to kick my liver while it’s well and truly down. Bit of a run around, nice tea, lots of beer. Consider the weekend launched!
1. Most obscure member of your family who consistently remembers your birthday.
2. Coolest childhood birthday party moment you can remember.
3. Biggest birthday trouble you’ve been in.
4. At which gig have you felt either much, much too young or much, much too old?
5. Do you prefer birthdays or Christmas (or Thanksgiving, Easter or Whitsun if you want).
The five songs are from Uncut’s Best of 2003 covermount compilation.
Hamell on Trial – Oughta Go Round
Paul Westerberg – Crackle & Drag
Willard Grant Conspiracy – Soft Hand
The Handsome Family – Far From any Road
The Fiery Furnaces – Two Fat Feet