Crazy days of summer

There was a gig at Moles - and Matt came over for the weekend from Oxford some weekends ago so we burrowed underground to watch the Fat Cats, and I bought their album. Ever since then I'm a bit fatter ... dont know why, its some really wierd thing, like psychological. Which reminds me of Gaz telling the tale of the Haunted House. Over IM, it's not that scary, but it might be different told in the woods at midnight. Nights these days are soaking hot and I watch so many movies and lose sleep. The sleep when you're dead thing is well over-rated, I'd like to sleep right now. Mum told me to check my BMI index for my height/weight, which turns out normal. Normal, not under or slightly over-weight, ruddy normal. Sheesh, what's a man gonna do when presented with a yummy cheesecake!! Im fact, I'm building extra fat for winter, so that I have to buy less coats and I can survive like the whales in icy ocean.
I had several massive waves of comment spam (about 350 comments once logged in a space of minutes) but luckily the MT-Blacklist plugin helps to remove them fast. It's quite thrilling to keep up with ideas that people are using to harvest PageRank since selling PageRank inventory makes me enough bob to live. However, nothing can wipe this blog entry of grape-picking in France, which has now crossed a hunnred comments. For the last time chumms,,, I can't get a grape-picking job!. It doesn't help that my site appears towards the top for the search grape picking france. WTF.
I popped home to London, the usual bath and love thing ... then had an adventure driving to Bath on Sunday. Oh and a few weeks before that it was a Pinner pub/houseparty with high school chums like wizadora - trashed, stumbling home through a field of shoulder-height grass. Ehehe On Monday I paid off my full debt to the Student Loans Company. I'm now debt-free, save credit card. Not many people my age can do/say that, but that only means +1 SuperMarioBonusPoint than all those people more pretty, taller, healthier, etc. than me. One down, ten to go, in the manner of social speak these days ... We should all go back to the olden days, when everyone had some unknown thing that made them good, and chubby ladies were considered the most attractive. Dig those guys.
One night, I dreamed and wrote song lyrics amended from my poetry, and waiting to send them to Innes Sibun, who played a gig at the Farmhouse in Bath, the guy's accomplished, and I make my own mind up about stuff like that, believe me. I hope he turns them into songs. You can download the album Superstitious for free out here.
Read the straight-up hilarities of the turbanhead people. New York City ... such a beautiful disease.
Also that week, I started off 2 web design jobs, 1 for an adventurer friend I met one-time in Mexico, Charles. Also a paid one for a Bath cycle advertising network. Charles is in Argentina, trying to make a business, and you are all invited to visit argentinatango.com - you know where to go if you want to tango! My paid work began at a cafe in Bath, which is Tony's ad-here.co.uk. Experience has taught me that most client relationships I start are those needing a long-term partnership, especially for post-design maintenance. Other than that, business is going good, with trading decisions getting better (courtesy of filling me saddlebags with loads of NRG!). But mokaa.com is still on design, which is a problem, given that we may be on the brink of a large deal with a pioneer. This one customer will make us, totally. Wizadora and his lady came over to visit a few days ago ... won't forget in a hurry Lololol!
Siobhan has become quite the A-list celebrity these days, and invited me into a radio interview in London on August 15th @ 6pm. I will make my public radio debut on 87.7 Riverside FM - if you're not in receiving range - listen live over the net. I'll have a few vodkas before taking command of a microphone at Pinner Green, if it looks like that studio in Frasier.
The number range operator in google helps you find credit card numbers (via Anil).
Finally, I am about to move out of Bath and live in London semi-permanent. Ardent fans of Jack will be hurt to hear that I have swapped him for the BluesMobile. In the words of Delboy ... ya know it makes sense! Oh yeah, and I might go into Europe for a couple of weeks. Life's complicated, but I'm 23 on September 18th. 23 - the age of everything and anything. Bring it on!