"Hey Ed, I'm reading these blogs all the time and I really REALLY want to learn about your life. Please post another of your amazingly spectacular blogs...because your writing is better than that Charles Dickens and since I've been reading your blogs I have come to the opinion that Dickens is an inferior writer to what you put on your blog."
You just read that first line in your head... which means that you were thinking those words at some point, hence you must think the same thing in that last paragraph. Why thank you. (*What your really thinking at this point is 'what a knob.' But don't worry I was jesting.*)
Here is a list of points in the last few days that stick in my head as worthy events to put into symbols and sentences for the sake of whoever or whatever goes onto this page.
1. You know I mentioned in my the secod blog before this that my mum might have some gypsy blood in her. Well this event is a complete coincidence to that. Well I'm staying at the family house at the moment, trying to get as much money as I can for next academic year at university and spending time with family. So anyway, I walked into Leicester City centre to go to the opticians because something seemed to be going wrong with my right eye (which is my lazy eye). I was hopeful that they would say that I need glasses. The examination lead to a mighty disappointment as my eyes were perfectly healthy and fine...dammit.
My mum (who works in the city) met me after the examination. (This part of the story is the coincidence bit). She told me that by the water fountain, on the grassy part, there is a group of gypsies doing a performance (a mummers play as my fellow storytellers would know it to be called.) We went there and there gypsies were attracting a good crowd. They were speaking spanish so we didn't know what they were saying but we had an idea of what they were doing through actions. One of the men was dressed up as a woman with cow udders, another man who painted completely red with devil horns (could he be the devil by any chance?Uh...yes). There were also two women dressed in black with corpse make up, the rest of the troupe were musicians. From what I could tell, the devil was trying to get a wife and he was looking for them in the crowd. My mums work break was over so she left. I stayed there for a bit, then decided it was getting hot and I was getting hungry so I left. But it was a triumphant display of folk entertainment and made me proud of being a Leicesterian.
2. I painted the house for my parents...well the outside because they asked me to do so. I was well up for the job, listening to the music in the sunny day, under the shade of the tree on the front, just painting and letting my thoughts drift as I wore my new hat.
That is all. I didn't get glasses.......I saw gypsies........I painted the outside of the house for my parents.......and I got my grades for my second year university course which I won't be saying on this blog for obvious reasons.
Over and Out Bye bye.
ED.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Going to a hog roast because I come from a gypsy and a boarding school graduate.
I went to one of my dads engagements with his old school today. He went to a boarding school called Ratcliffe College, between the years *mumbles* and *mumbles*. Anyway my dad said to the family if we would like to come and we all said yes because he said there was going to be a hog roast... and to support him when he did his speech thing I suppose (I'm being vaguely sarcastic...and by 'vagely' I mean we would have gone anyway to support him... but the mention of the hog roast sweetened the deal.)
The last time that I was at his old college I was about ten or twelve or something so I only had a small recollection of what it looked like.
When we got to the place I remembered immediately Ratcliffe College. My first reaction was how posh it was. It literally is a copy of Hogwarts, it even had a water fountain (just to say that my dad has glasses...I think you know what I'm talking about.)
We got there and ate some of that sweet hog...and stuffing...and salad. We had brought a picnic with us but we just brought that back home in the end. I intend to eat some of it after I finish this blog typing.
And now I'm back.
And that's about it.
Ooooh yeah. We sat down at the end of the day (back at home), for a bit as it was getting dark and watched a bit of Glastonbury on TV. We watched the Scissor Sisters and about twenty seconds of Editors. It was, during one point in one of ther funky songs, that I came to a very significant revelation in my life.........Patrick Stewart and Ian Mckellen sound exactly the same. One of their songs they had a voice that sounded exactly like Patrick Stewart. (It was the song in which the lady was doing a dance with that golden fabric and the main singer was singing in a ''mysterious'' tone.) But anyway I pointed out that the voice that they used for one part of that song was the legend that is Patrick Stewart. It came to pass that while I was in my room, looking at comics and inventing fictional people in my head, the thought came to me in a wave........oh my giddy parrot......that wasn't Patrick Stewart, it was Ian Mckellen. Those two amazing actors sound exactly the same.
Also word on the grape vine is that we lost to the Germans in football......meh, you can't win them all.
Abrupt ending to blog.
Over and Out.
ED.
P.S My mum is a little bit of a gypsy. There may be some gypsy blood in my mums family...hence I am a little bit of a gypsy...hence I must now travel the lands of Britain and be a bard or something.
The last time that I was at his old college I was about ten or twelve or something so I only had a small recollection of what it looked like.
When we got to the place I remembered immediately Ratcliffe College. My first reaction was how posh it was. It literally is a copy of Hogwarts, it even had a water fountain (just to say that my dad has glasses...I think you know what I'm talking about.)
We got there and ate some of that sweet hog...and stuffing...and salad. We had brought a picnic with us but we just brought that back home in the end. I intend to eat some of it after I finish this blog typing.
And now I'm back.
And that's about it.
Ooooh yeah. We sat down at the end of the day (back at home), for a bit as it was getting dark and watched a bit of Glastonbury on TV. We watched the Scissor Sisters and about twenty seconds of Editors. It was, during one point in one of ther funky songs, that I came to a very significant revelation in my life.........Patrick Stewart and Ian Mckellen sound exactly the same. One of their songs they had a voice that sounded exactly like Patrick Stewart. (It was the song in which the lady was doing a dance with that golden fabric and the main singer was singing in a ''mysterious'' tone.) But anyway I pointed out that the voice that they used for one part of that song was the legend that is Patrick Stewart. It came to pass that while I was in my room, looking at comics and inventing fictional people in my head, the thought came to me in a wave........oh my giddy parrot......that wasn't Patrick Stewart, it was Ian Mckellen. Those two amazing actors sound exactly the same.
Also word on the grape vine is that we lost to the Germans in football......meh, you can't win them all.
Abrupt ending to blog.
Over and Out.
ED.
P.S My mum is a little bit of a gypsy. There may be some gypsy blood in my mums family...hence I am a little bit of a gypsy...hence I must now travel the lands of Britain and be a bard or something.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
My Review of Download festival.
I've finished reading my book today whereupon my unconscious self started to talk to me saying,
"Hey Ed, yeah you. Well um basically, you know you went to that Download festival just a day ago. Well I'm not pushing you or willingly being forceful but I reckon you should write a blog about what you thought about the performances and stuff."
"Thanks Thoughts" I proclaimed, getting up from my comfortable position on the lounge seat with sturdy jump. I back- flipped upstairs in one jump and went to my computer and began to write this post. (And yes I did back flip in one jump up the stairs and nobody can prove otherwise. )
So anyway I shall start on the exact moment that I arrived at the car park with my chaffeur and friend Dave. We got out of the car and took our supplies, hopeful that we shall soon experience the whirring of some funky performers. We waited with all our bags in line for a few hours and had our tents up and ready by about 11am. We sat down, did whatever and with contentedness readied ourselves for the coming promise of the many theatrical explosions that were awaiting us.
Altogether I watched about seven bands, all equally amazing. Them Crooked Vultures were the first bands that I was shaking in my boots to see. How could anyone who likes rock music not want to see a band that involved three wonderful musicians? There was Josh Homme (from Queens of the Stone Age) Dave Grohl (from Foo Fighters and Nirvana) and John Paul Jones (from the legend that is Led Zeppelin...I melted). This brotherhood that I saw on stage that day were the very definition of a super group for me. I got that feeling in which you realize that three people who you have thought were awesome for so long and read about in magazines and newspapers were ACTUALLY there right in front of you. All of the songs were amazing. I especially liked it when Homme said;
"I think that anything that brings people together can only be a good thing."
You could tell that each of them genuinely loved their job and were completely good, nice guys as well.
The most visually aesthetic performance was from AC/DC. They had a massive train on stage that continally puffed smoke, a bell that came down and the fun strutting about and fireworks that splattered the sky at the end of the set. The main reason that I went to AC/DC was to see the great strutting walk of Brian Johnson just because his enthusiastic stage presence made me smile.
I won't write for much longer because people might lose interest but I will say that Billy Idol and Slash were also pretty mindblowing.
All in all, it was a proper music festival. It was tiring but brilliant nonetheless.
Have good day, whoever is reading this at the moment. (I now write cheesy last lines to my blogs instead of attempting to say a joke...you just read the evidence to this statement in the last line.
Toodles bye bye bye bye bye bye
ED
"Hey Ed, yeah you. Well um basically, you know you went to that Download festival just a day ago. Well I'm not pushing you or willingly being forceful but I reckon you should write a blog about what you thought about the performances and stuff."
"Thanks Thoughts" I proclaimed, getting up from my comfortable position on the lounge seat with sturdy jump. I back- flipped upstairs in one jump and went to my computer and began to write this post. (And yes I did back flip in one jump up the stairs and nobody can prove otherwise. )
So anyway I shall start on the exact moment that I arrived at the car park with my chaffeur and friend Dave. We got out of the car and took our supplies, hopeful that we shall soon experience the whirring of some funky performers. We waited with all our bags in line for a few hours and had our tents up and ready by about 11am. We sat down, did whatever and with contentedness readied ourselves for the coming promise of the many theatrical explosions that were awaiting us.
Altogether I watched about seven bands, all equally amazing. Them Crooked Vultures were the first bands that I was shaking in my boots to see. How could anyone who likes rock music not want to see a band that involved three wonderful musicians? There was Josh Homme (from Queens of the Stone Age) Dave Grohl (from Foo Fighters and Nirvana) and John Paul Jones (from the legend that is Led Zeppelin...I melted). This brotherhood that I saw on stage that day were the very definition of a super group for me. I got that feeling in which you realize that three people who you have thought were awesome for so long and read about in magazines and newspapers were ACTUALLY there right in front of you. All of the songs were amazing. I especially liked it when Homme said;
"I think that anything that brings people together can only be a good thing."
You could tell that each of them genuinely loved their job and were completely good, nice guys as well.
The most visually aesthetic performance was from AC/DC. They had a massive train on stage that continally puffed smoke, a bell that came down and the fun strutting about and fireworks that splattered the sky at the end of the set. The main reason that I went to AC/DC was to see the great strutting walk of Brian Johnson just because his enthusiastic stage presence made me smile.
I won't write for much longer because people might lose interest but I will say that Billy Idol and Slash were also pretty mindblowing.
All in all, it was a proper music festival. It was tiring but brilliant nonetheless.
Have good day, whoever is reading this at the moment. (I now write cheesy last lines to my blogs instead of attempting to say a joke...you just read the evidence to this statement in the last line.
Toodles bye bye bye bye bye bye
ED
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Walking barefoot, burning my feet and cute kids listening to stories.
Yesterday a grand fete of special magnificence was held on the University of Derby tennis courts. There was everything, from Henna tattoos to 16th century pirates putting people in stocks and soaking innocent participants to this sunny day. And the storytellers came with their fertile imaginations and ability to attract people with their wonderful tales.
We had a place set up which looked like a gypsy tent or something you might have pictured to have come directly from Arabian Nights. This tent not only looked damn good but it was good shade...no clouds, too much sun...not much wind. (There has to be wind so that the sun doesn't completely kill energy. I don't understand how people can just sunbathe in the direct heat of the sun.)
For most of the day I had my shoes and socks off, even when I went in to buy chocolate and drinks inside uni. It was probably a good thing that the people looking around the antiques fair didn't look at my feet or they would have thought I was a right hippy...not that I cared if they did or not. When next year comes round at uni I'm just going to go into workshops and tutorials completely barefoot...I'll even rest them on the table while the lesson is going on...and while I'm at it I could eat packets of crisps really loud. I won't do that......probably.
We did get an audience of little kids who listened to stories from us storytellers, a few adults did as well but I don't think that that wanted to hang about for long because the sun was hot.
At about something o'clock... about two o'clock but I can't fully remember the exact time, the flying donkeys came (these are a group of professional storytellers that are organized around Derby. I talked about them in a previous blog...the blog where I go to one of their events with a friend and afterward I realize that I left my bag at the event, then have to go back and funny stuff happens.) Anyway the Flying Donkeys came and told stories to a crowd who had a sudden charge of enthusiasm for storytelling.
OH YEAH I ALSO GOT A FREE T-SHIRT SUGGESTING I WAS A VOLUNTEER OR SOMETHING!!! It made me look vaguely important.
I think that everyone will agree that it was a good (and somewhat chilly day....and by that I mean it was ridiculously hot.)
Tis all I wish to say for this blog.
Over and Out
ED
We had a place set up which looked like a gypsy tent or something you might have pictured to have come directly from Arabian Nights. This tent not only looked damn good but it was good shade...no clouds, too much sun...not much wind. (There has to be wind so that the sun doesn't completely kill energy. I don't understand how people can just sunbathe in the direct heat of the sun.)
For most of the day I had my shoes and socks off, even when I went in to buy chocolate and drinks inside uni. It was probably a good thing that the people looking around the antiques fair didn't look at my feet or they would have thought I was a right hippy...not that I cared if they did or not. When next year comes round at uni I'm just going to go into workshops and tutorials completely barefoot...I'll even rest them on the table while the lesson is going on...and while I'm at it I could eat packets of crisps really loud. I won't do that......probably.
We did get an audience of little kids who listened to stories from us storytellers, a few adults did as well but I don't think that that wanted to hang about for long because the sun was hot.
At about something o'clock... about two o'clock but I can't fully remember the exact time, the flying donkeys came (these are a group of professional storytellers that are organized around Derby. I talked about them in a previous blog...the blog where I go to one of their events with a friend and afterward I realize that I left my bag at the event, then have to go back and funny stuff happens.) Anyway the Flying Donkeys came and told stories to a crowd who had a sudden charge of enthusiasm for storytelling.
OH YEAH I ALSO GOT A FREE T-SHIRT SUGGESTING I WAS A VOLUNTEER OR SOMETHING!!! It made me look vaguely important.
I think that everyone will agree that it was a good (and somewhat chilly day....and by that I mean it was ridiculously hot.)
Tis all I wish to say for this blog.
Over and Out
ED
Monday, May 10, 2010
Jumping into a sea of hands.
Last night was amazing. I can remember it clearly. People that know me (stalkers are not taken out of this equation if I have any stalkers) I live in Derby at the moment because I go to the university. There is a place in Derby called the Old Bell that regularly has band nights. I went to one of these band nights...obviously. I went to see the band Gama Bomb. I had never heard of these fellahs before but from what I had heard of them they seemed good. My friend had bought tickets and I went with him. So off we toddled and entered into the arms of the Old Bell.
It seemed that their were a few bands on before the main act came on. In fact it seems that the drummer/vocalist of the first band added me on facebook, which is good. I then saw about two more acts after them (who were equally amazing) before we got to Gama Bomb.
Guess what I did during one of the performances? For the first time in my life I stage dived. My friend also stage dived and so did a few others......and yes we were all responsible stage divers.
Oh to the folly of youth.
All I can say the night was full of good songs, my ears are still ringing and it's about three o'clock in the afternoon.
I forgot to write this small story at the beginning. My friend and myself were about two minutes away from the Old Bell when someone walked past in the street. He turned to us and said something that went along the lines of,
"You both look like your going to the Gama Bomb gig."
"Yes we are" said I and my friend in unison (We may not have both said yes but who cares...this is my narrative dammit.
He replied thusly, "Oh man I need to shake your hand" He then shook our hands and walked off.
First of all, it is very nice of him for shaking our hands because we have an amazing taste in music (joke.....actually I wasn't joking ha ha.....that wasn't funny.) It would also seem that we 'look' like we were going to the gig. This either shows that both my friend and I both have appropriate style for whatever situation we are in or that person was psychic.
Any whoozle. Tis time to end this small entry into the story of my life.
I can't think of anything interesting or witty to type here........I went to Ed's blog and I didn't even get a lousy t- shirt. (Was that I funny joke?
Bye bye
Ciao.
Over and Out
Ed.
P.S---I may edit this post, as I always write blogs quickly. I should stop writing apologies for bad spelling, punctuation and so forth at the end of my blogs. I'm pretty sure that most people get the picture by now. See you in the next blog.
It seemed that their were a few bands on before the main act came on. In fact it seems that the drummer/vocalist of the first band added me on facebook, which is good. I then saw about two more acts after them (who were equally amazing) before we got to Gama Bomb.
Guess what I did during one of the performances? For the first time in my life I stage dived. My friend also stage dived and so did a few others......and yes we were all responsible stage divers.
Oh to the folly of youth.
All I can say the night was full of good songs, my ears are still ringing and it's about three o'clock in the afternoon.
I forgot to write this small story at the beginning. My friend and myself were about two minutes away from the Old Bell when someone walked past in the street. He turned to us and said something that went along the lines of,
"You both look like your going to the Gama Bomb gig."
"Yes we are" said I and my friend in unison (We may not have both said yes but who cares...this is my narrative dammit.
He replied thusly, "Oh man I need to shake your hand" He then shook our hands and walked off.
First of all, it is very nice of him for shaking our hands because we have an amazing taste in music (joke.....actually I wasn't joking ha ha.....that wasn't funny.) It would also seem that we 'look' like we were going to the gig. This either shows that both my friend and I both have appropriate style for whatever situation we are in or that person was psychic.
Any whoozle. Tis time to end this small entry into the story of my life.
I can't think of anything interesting or witty to type here........I went to Ed's blog and I didn't even get a lousy t- shirt. (Was that I funny joke?
Bye bye
Ciao.
Over and Out
Ed.
P.S---I may edit this post, as I always write blogs quickly. I should stop writing apologies for bad spelling, punctuation and so forth at the end of my blogs. I'm pretty sure that most people get the picture by now. See you in the next blog.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I've never told anyone this before but sometimes...I like to write titles to my blogs.
Here is what I have been doing over these past few days, DAHM INTERESTING STUFF IN THIS...probably.
Well I shall tell you what I have done.
1. Work... I think I'll just stop there.
2. Technically my first ever storytelling gig. Last Saturday I travelled with my storytelling brothers and sisters to Nottingham to tell stories at a fete. I told a story called 'The story of the Blacksmith"....by far one of my favourite stories ever, everyone usually loves that one. Another story I told lasted only five minutes called "Pippedy Pew."
Pippedy Pew
Me Mammy me slew
Me Daddy me ate
Me sister Kate,
Gathered up the banes
And put them between two milk white stains
And a bird I flew sing Pippedy Pew.
All in all a beautiful day. Also we could get free bacon cobs (rolls) because we were the entertainment. At the end I bought a toffee apple but I lost it for some unknown reason.
2. Filming. On Sunday I took part in a film about the Perv Busters.
Have you ever heard of the perv busters before?.....No.....ok, this is quite awkward...shall I tell you what the perv busters are?....oh alright then I will. (All of this part of this blog is entirely fictional because I wasn't actually questioning you. I was going to write about what the perv busters anyway...forgive me.)
What's going on? Oh yeah. The perv busters are a creation of my fellow Derby university brothers who film short clips. The perv busters are people that basically bust pervs, going to their houses and unperving them. The pervs tend to throws spoons and breath loudly... think of it a a zombie type film except zombies are replaced with perverts (the good, comical type pervert.) But don't worry because it is as crazy as it sounds, so it is definetly thoroughly entertaining.
3. I have also been doing other activities. The usual stuff. Ummm... doing cart wheels off sky scrapers, throwing jam at cash machines...the usual, boring stuff that everyone gets up to.
This blog looks like it's going to be a long one. Sorry.......and by sorry I mean I suggest that you get a longer attention span.
(Why do I always sound really mean in my blogs...it's meant to sound vaguely humorous. My severe apologizations.)
Over and Out.
Ed
P.S I just read through this post. It sounds weird and written badly...please read it anyway or summing or nuffing.
Well I shall tell you what I have done.
1. Work... I think I'll just stop there.
2. Technically my first ever storytelling gig. Last Saturday I travelled with my storytelling brothers and sisters to Nottingham to tell stories at a fete. I told a story called 'The story of the Blacksmith"....by far one of my favourite stories ever, everyone usually loves that one. Another story I told lasted only five minutes called "Pippedy Pew."
Pippedy Pew
Me Mammy me slew
Me Daddy me ate
Me sister Kate,
Gathered up the banes
And put them between two milk white stains
And a bird I flew sing Pippedy Pew.
All in all a beautiful day. Also we could get free bacon cobs (rolls) because we were the entertainment. At the end I bought a toffee apple but I lost it for some unknown reason.
2. Filming. On Sunday I took part in a film about the Perv Busters.
Have you ever heard of the perv busters before?.....No.....ok, this is quite awkward...shall I tell you what the perv busters are?....oh alright then I will. (All of this part of this blog is entirely fictional because I wasn't actually questioning you. I was going to write about what the perv busters anyway...forgive me.)
What's going on? Oh yeah. The perv busters are a creation of my fellow Derby university brothers who film short clips. The perv busters are people that basically bust pervs, going to their houses and unperving them. The pervs tend to throws spoons and breath loudly... think of it a a zombie type film except zombies are replaced with perverts (the good, comical type pervert.) But don't worry because it is as crazy as it sounds, so it is definetly thoroughly entertaining.
3. I have also been doing other activities. The usual stuff. Ummm... doing cart wheels off sky scrapers, throwing jam at cash machines...the usual, boring stuff that everyone gets up to.
This blog looks like it's going to be a long one. Sorry.......and by sorry I mean I suggest that you get a longer attention span.
(Why do I always sound really mean in my blogs...it's meant to sound vaguely humorous. My severe apologizations.)
Over and Out.
Ed
P.S I just read through this post. It sounds weird and written badly...please read it anyway or summing or nuffing.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Long time, no post Ed!!!......music.
I wanna talk about the music that I have been listening to recently. I could talk about the coursework that I have been doing but I am having a break from that by writing this blog... and I can't guarantee that you will be interested in my research so I thought I will talk about music because everybody loves a bit of music in their life.
Righto the first artist I shall talk about is a sixties looking rock chick called Lissie. I happened to find out about her music while I was browsing on youtube for a good old tune. The first thing that I noticed was her voice (obviously) as it was quite gravelly. I quite like gravelly voices, they tend to suit folky/rocky type songs. She is travelling about Britain at the moment with some other musician who I can't be bothered to look up and remember. But anyway I found out that some time in the summer, August I believe, she will be in Leicester for some festival at the De Montfort Hall. I'll be in Leicester at the time but I'll have to see what happens.
...AAAnnnnd swiftly on to the second musician. Myself and my sister first saw this band when we watched Later with Jools Holland on BBC 2 just last night. They are called 'Villagers' but the focus seems to be the acoustic guitar player. From what I have learnt so far is that they are an Irish band who have represented Ireland in a festival that I can't remember. But they are really good. My sister and I can't stop listening to their song 'Becoming a Jackal.' They are on youtube if you wish to hear brilliance incarnate. I would post a link but this blog won't let me. Aw well sunny Jim.
Ummm I thought I was going to talk about another musician but I can't think of any more. Actually I will say that over these last few weeks I have been listening to different music than I used to. For about two years now I have mostly been listening to rock, punk, metal, 60's and 70's music and acoustic bands. But recently I have been branching out to other types of music that I originally never would have thought of listening to. But one thing is for sure. I will never EVER get into gangster rap. The only things that I discriminate against in this life is gangster rap, those retarded N'Dubz morons, chavs, The Office USA, Life on Mars USA, Law and Order UK and baked beans.
And on that angry sounding bomb shell (I'm not angry at the moment by the way, the words just make he suggestion that I am) I bid you adieu dear reader of this blog.
Over and Out.
Ed
Righto the first artist I shall talk about is a sixties looking rock chick called Lissie. I happened to find out about her music while I was browsing on youtube for a good old tune. The first thing that I noticed was her voice (obviously) as it was quite gravelly. I quite like gravelly voices, they tend to suit folky/rocky type songs. She is travelling about Britain at the moment with some other musician who I can't be bothered to look up and remember. But anyway I found out that some time in the summer, August I believe, she will be in Leicester for some festival at the De Montfort Hall. I'll be in Leicester at the time but I'll have to see what happens.
...AAAnnnnd swiftly on to the second musician. Myself and my sister first saw this band when we watched Later with Jools Holland on BBC 2 just last night. They are called 'Villagers' but the focus seems to be the acoustic guitar player. From what I have learnt so far is that they are an Irish band who have represented Ireland in a festival that I can't remember. But they are really good. My sister and I can't stop listening to their song 'Becoming a Jackal.' They are on youtube if you wish to hear brilliance incarnate. I would post a link but this blog won't let me. Aw well sunny Jim.
Ummm I thought I was going to talk about another musician but I can't think of any more. Actually I will say that over these last few weeks I have been listening to different music than I used to. For about two years now I have mostly been listening to rock, punk, metal, 60's and 70's music and acoustic bands. But recently I have been branching out to other types of music that I originally never would have thought of listening to. But one thing is for sure. I will never EVER get into gangster rap. The only things that I discriminate against in this life is gangster rap, those retarded N'Dubz morons, chavs, The Office USA, Life on Mars USA, Law and Order UK and baked beans.
And on that angry sounding bomb shell (I'm not angry at the moment by the way, the words just make he suggestion that I am) I bid you adieu dear reader of this blog.
Over and Out.
Ed
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