rock n' rolls of flab

yo yo,

I'm back after my moderatly nihilistic blog from monday (sorry about that-uh oh)

Was reading an article in 'stylist' or whatever the other free magazine is,do you get them in london? i don't know, the 2 free magazines every weds? you get em at the train station? they're pretty good. Oh, Shortlist, that's the one for men, stylist for ladies-gotta keep em separate.

anyway, i was reading this article about the old thing of '27' being the age that all great rock stars die. Perhaps reading it with more interest than usual, as it is such an old hat theory, as i, some of you may know, am 27 years old. WELll apparently there's actually this scientific evidence now that something happens in your brain when you are between 25-27, the final stage of nerve thickening or something, so you are likely to be really mental at this time, then if you take upper or downer substances while your nerves are undergoing this change,you basically go totally mental compared to normal-hence, shit hangovers, sudden depression, masses of booze/drug guzzling, inability to control your behaviour(i am not talking about me, i'm talking in general, okay) SOO anyway, this is the discovery that late 20's is a time for a massive life crisis, and I must say, practically everyone I know has had one or is on the verge of it (i'm talking to you) and it's when everyone really questions their life for the first time, the realisation of which may well turn you to more drugs and booze (again, i am talking generally and anyone who says i am not is a bloody liar!)

SO, all the excuses i've been waiting for lie in science, finally! I must say that 25 was definitely the first birthday I had where i felt actually different, immediately, like i had finished teetering on the peak of the hill and now i was on the descent! We went to 'feeling gloomy' a club in london that only plays gloomy music and i made some bizarrely doom-laden requests until chloe levered me home with a fixed but terrified grin (and an extension cable that we'd found on the floor i seem to remember!)
So, I'm hoping that I make it through 27, got about 6 weeks to go, I am, of course, as you all know, very Rock Star, so as you'll imagine, I am pretty worried...
yup...i've led the rock n' roll life alright...i've kissed red square...i've smoked a cigarette with a russian soldier with a machine gun on an overnight sleeper (and then been sick), i've swam in the mediterranean at dawn...i've been to an illegal underground jazz club in amsterdam, yeah! skibedibaa! i've had a fight in Paris then leapt into a taxi and said 'DRIVE'! I've fallen asleep while cycling...(does that count?) I've run away from the Albanian mafia(kind of), I've gone 3 days without sleep, I've taken LOADS of valium (that is rock n' roll), I've climbed a roof in the rain wearing stilettos, i've gone to the beach in Italy at 6.am with nothing but a bottle of limoncello, Olivia, and my pyjamas and sat half a mmile out to sea on a precarious wooden walkway, come on, i was at Knebworth in 1996! I was only 13! give me that at leat, that's seminal! and i was at Glastonbury when it was good, 1998-2004when the tickets still came from HMV and you didn't need a passport to walk around there!!

no, it's true, I have no tattoos, i hate drugs, if i drink a pint now i have a pint's worth of hangover. I'm definitely in mourning for my carefree days of all night fun and crazy people and weird booze and nothing to do except sleep it off... despite all the moderately shit reasons i give here, i actually think i have had quite a wild youth...
no far-reached or prolonged travelling, which is sad, and which is what everyone always says is the best thing, but then, there's been no money, and youth-travellers normally have the good fortune to have rich parents/rich&dead grandparents so that wasn't my avenue.
yup, tell you what though, being older is great because you don't have to do all that wild stuff anymore and no one will judge you for it, also, i think lots of it wasn't as fun as I remember...? What it is is that at this age I KNOW what I enjoy, and my brain tells me to do that more, rather than not really knowing and going with instinct, experience teaches you what kind of nights out or activities are going to be shit or tedious and you have the nouse to avoid them, now that is nice. Also the number 1 thing that you learn is how to enjoy yourself when you're alone. Coming from my big family I found that the hardest for years and years.

sooooooooooooo
better get back yto work, got a 28+38 article search to do, 66 that is, is it? yes, that.

Bunny update: marie has developed a bizarre hump of hair so she looks like a mental hunchback, frida still has dreadlocks. One/ both of them is/are doing mental poo which i need to clear up before simon clocks it, haven't managed it so far, he has bat ears when it comes to the sound of poo being cleared up.
I need to catch them tomorrow to take them to cambridge for the weekend, not looking forward to it! it makes them fear me!!