Ladies, Gentlemen, Fellow Deviants of undisclosed Gender………
Today you will witness History……..
no not really, I’m just having fun.
News;
Saw the almighty
WOLFMOTHER Sunday eve, a magnificent extravaganza of sweat, smelly 20 something year olds, beers stain, eye gouging, and pure showmanship which has left me with my question my mental state after seeing a snake dancing on a amp. I can only sum-up the show in a few words,
the orgasmic climax of my year.
Been absolutely taken over by
Bob Dylan, for a second time. Been listening to all his albums chronologically, and now-I am a proud owner of the
Marin Scorsese Documentary
“No Direction Home; Bob Dylan” and the soundtrack to the documentary, thank you very much boys, two very cool, birthday present.Its beats lasts years gift which gave birth to may alter egos..............

which lead to me dreaming of
The
Documentary scores a concrete





-out of 5.
And the
Soundtrack scores a cheeky





-out of 5.
A must buy for anyone who likes Bob Dylan even remotely…….and if you’re a huge Dylan fan and you don’t own it……GO, GO NOW, buy it, your will be amazed!
Moving on,
Absinthe is a unholy drink in which makes you attempt to hurdle 2.5 metre fences and hurt your head…….. so you decide handstand flip over it instead………back hurt still only to find out there was actually gate less than a metre away which was actually ajar.
God is an unholy bastard, who has a perverted sense of humour………*shakes fist* as I was saying to an acquaintance of the other night, if there is a god, he must being pissing himself laughing, with the whole romance love thing saying, “these fucking stupid humans, cant take a page from all the other animals, fighting for dominance and mating and none of this searching “for the one” stuff……….dumb shits.”
