Fucking Protestants have a lot to answer for.

So the weekend was cool enough - I would have been happier if I hadn't been composed of 65% snot but still. So I went into work this morning; the cold had improved but not gone by a long way. After trying to talk to one of my cow-orkers but only making monosyllabic grunting noises while swaying on my feet and sweating profusely he suggested that I might want to go home and chill. This seemed fair enough, except that today was meant to be kick-off day for my pet project (FOAM). Alistair also suggested that the world might not end if it started tomorrow.

So eventually, ( Read more... )

Laaaa deeeee, laaaaa deeeeee daaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Papua New Guinea is one of my all time favourite tunes of all time, so I
was anxious to see what they'd done to it in the 2001 mix. I don't know whether
to be happy or sad that the answer was "absolutely nothing".

It was followed by Fight Music by D12. I remember hearing about football
hooligans taking ecstasy for the first time and abandoning violence. I remember
when music was going to make the world a better, more chilled place. Where did
we go wrong?

[I know full well that the best music is whatever you were listening to from
16-24, but that doesn't make it any better.]