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The front cover of this record could've been better.

KORAD

Totally can't get over this.

Spotted by Willie and via Facefuck.

Are you speaking clearly, you bog-eyed posho?

What do record company t-shirts look like? Maybe something along the lines of the above. First bite at a project I am still yet to learn ANYTHING about. I do know it's for Asos and that out of my friends, girls have heard of it and boys haven't.

Last week:

Man in car winds down the window. Cross-eyed and well spoken.

"What a dumb place for those stupid pikeys to dump their rubbish."

Alasdair.

"Well in, you bog-eyed Posho."

More Prayers for the Prayer Free

The boys in Lost Art have re-upped on my Prayer Free Since '99 T-shirt design, this time in a lovely blue T-shirt and a big fat grey hoody. Russ' latest shirt (which is totally fucking ace) is back in, as well as that age-old awesome Biggie T.

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Maybe I'm tired and kind of brittle after making the coffee too strong, but this image is a right old wreckling ball to the good thoughts. My dream last night had me trying to plug my guitar into a Traynor stack too tall for me to reach the jack input. My literal brain is a dickhead.

Fuck you, the stairs.

Otterspool Promenade by the Chinese Restaurant that sometimes smells good and had something to do with the Crosby Cockle pickers (am I making that up?). An awesome, huge, buzz-cut flat-top Turkish dude folded onto some sleek stolen carbon road bike clatters down the two-set with undue care and attention. His flippancy was absolutely fucking brutal.

Totally ace.

Life is a rich tapestry, Clive.

Thought about this the other day. Reminds me of Duncan's old bedroom, way before we liked taking drugs and Guided by Voices and just months after we loved Subbuteo, drawing Brian May's Red Special and probably the Beano. It was insanely difficult and I assume there was no way of reaching a successful ending. Come to think of it, I don't recall completing any Commodore or Spectrum games other than maybe doing well on Rugby Boss as Runcorn. There was something so British about Rock Star Ate My Hamster that I can't quite put my finger on, but probably could if presented with the rare opportunity to ever see that game again.

Whilst on olden days, I loved playing the demo of Fantastic Mr Fox that came on the front of Commodore Format but never bought the game. I was probably 7 with no disposable income. When I watched the scene in Wes Anderson's movie-film, the opening left-to-right platform game-style scene sent my mind scuttling back to those long days up in the loft with my brother and I wondered, was that long-forgotten game at any point inspiration for the animation?

So Sick of Goodbyes

I wish this wasn't the week that poor Mark Linkous took his own life. A good brain, a special way with words and a voice that sadly spewed them forth into a cruel world.

"I want my records back and that motorcycle gas tank I spraypainted black."

RIP.

Romance.

"Sometimes it makes me so sad that there is so much beauty in the world and that it might not be possible to stick my dick in all of it."

Break. Break a leg.

Went legging off for a bit. 17 cities with fine friends in most. Back to business.

Fly Within The Loaf. The technician from the art school and I talked at the bar.

"How's your band?"
"Third album time, old man."
"Will you sign my fake leg?"
"Yeah, of course."

Rolls up trouser leg to reveal a baby pink prosthetic limb with a skin-effect coating covered in signatures.

"Sign it there, right under Suggs."

Photographic proof to follow.