Too much wine and too much song, I wondered how I got along...

I love "Seasons In The Sun", it's a dark beautiful pop song
This is the Jacques Brel song it is a cover of, it's not exactly pop, but certainly is dark...

Everyone needs a leader

Very late one Friday night, I remember talking to someone and saying we needed a new posterboy for the post-modern generation.

Well... Here it is...



PS: No point in running away, they'll find you in the end...

Once upon a time on a 55 bus

Now I rarely take the bus, but everytime I do, something amazing happens, like this morning when I was sitting there and this strange creature started talking to me from the back of its head...

A FRIDAY NIGHT ON THE UPPER EAST SIDE (of London)

This is what happens then, oh yes...
This might even be the birth of a new blog (why not, they're free) about life, treason, fun and decadence on the Upper East Side (of London)
More news soon...

XOXO

One of those fine London mornings...

Between the needles and the ugly dogs, isn't Hackney Downs a lovely place?

Halleluiah Why?

Now last night I found out that I probably won't be able to make it down to Primavera... I ticked all the boxes, found myself somewhere to lay my head, found myself a ticket... but failed to tick the last and somehow most important box: the epic trip from London town to Barcelona...
Strong of a promise by Easyjet to sell me a cheap ticket, I started my quest for all the other components of my 36 hours trip, only to find out that Easyjet had increased their prices six-fold by the time my quest was completed...
Three immediate reasons why I hate Easyjet:
- Extras are paradoxically included by default in their flights and you need to go through so much effort to take them out. WHY?
- Colours!!?? Why do cheap airlines have to use such irritating colours? WHY?
- Stopping me from meeting my destiny in Primavera Sound. WHY?

I haven't washed for a couple of days and barely made it out of the house in 36 hours, so what a breath of fresh air it was to find out that the great Why? from Northern California are to play in London on the 30th June after their little european errands...



Check their music too...

On Saturday, I held a Eurovision party at my house. People were drinking a lot and laughing very loud whilst my friend Dave and me were holding hands praying for Sebastien Tellier to win the supreme prize.



And God he deserved it, Azerbaijan deserved it too, and the pretty greek girl could have snatched it as well... But the Russians!!?? The Russians??!!?? I said I'd rather cut off my genitals and eat them instead of watching the Russians go home with the trophy... Well... Sometimes making concessions becomes a matter of survival...