Mad Dogs and Englishmen

So I was watching morons destroy each other in minecraft. I hated myself for being so pathetic that I was finding people burning each other's hard-built stuff down funny. The I discovered that one of these morons had good taste. Then I didn't hate myself anymore.



The end.

You know, this is the one and only time when just saying 'I've got a feeling I should do this', would probably work better than any reasoned argument. All I know is some shit is going to go down and I want to and feel like I ought to be there and see it happen. Of the three female grandchildren one works with victims of torture, one is anorexic, and one has carefully dug through all the possible careers to pick the most morbid one possible. If we're not under a curse then somethign has clearly gone wrong somewhere.

My family is so fucking insane, and I really need to be drafting that apology letter to my brother.

In other news, have some music:

I really like these guys. It's a crime they're not better known.

I have a great deal of music, some of which does not appear to be on the internets. In the interest of spreading the news about good bands, I will be posting tracks I believe to be criminally under-represented here, and on my Youtube channel.

First things first, Selected favourites from Bridge and Tunnel.

Drive-by Summer: