Costello on the Philharmonic last night, fucken brilliant. First saw the fella 38 years ago now and he gets better every year, mostly a solo acoustic set but near three hours of it.
Seriously, if anybody can make any of the nights left on the current tour, do it. It's not be missed.
Leo, Southampton Friday night lad, stop moping and get yourself down there.
Thank fuck I looked in here. I had no idea, John. Inbetween moping, I've been dead busy. And in all truth, the funny thing is, I haven't been as content in ages. It's weird, I should be choka but I feel as if I'm doing something again.
My game's been knackered for a few years now, but I could be out making a few quid at this time of year. Mates of mine are still making a living and going out almost everyday. I've forever got people calling me asking what I'm up to and offering me good lines, Market Lads, Warehouse owners an that. I got offered a cracking line the other night. A mate of mine's out battering it. I just can't be arsed with it now.
I'm off to the Austerity Rally on Saturday, on the coach at 7am. I won't drive into that London, and I'd rather have a kip on the coach than pay a fortune to get on the cattle train. It probably won't be too bad on a Saturday, but them commuter trains from here to London, like the specials in the 70's, kick offs included.
Me an a mate used to get the train to London every Friday. We'd go about 10 and come back about 8. The Lads getting out of that Prison Boat in Weymouth and going back to London used to be on it. It was a laugh, met a famous Arsenal full backs brother on there. Apparantly a minge bag, didn't give his family a light, hence the naughty brother. Anyway, that used to be a laugh, but them commuter, fuck that.
Thing on the news about it the other night... people here are paying a third of their wages just on getting to work an back, rammed into aul shite trains that are always taking the knock, having to get off and go on a bus. It happened to me once, leaves on the line or something, took months to get to Portsmouth. Fuck that for a daily routine.
But if I can still get a Elvis ticket, I'll jump on one to Southampton, stay in me mates and get the bus to London from there in the morning. Really looking forward to the Rally. I've arranged to meet a few people there, feels like a day out. I really must be going nuts.
Oh and Maggie, as much as I love you, you're wrong... Ken Loach belongs in here. He'd fit right in, aul proper Socialist Footy Fan. I love Ken, boss fella, proper genuine Lovey Socialist not the Champagne kind. Shelter wouldn't exist if it wasn't for Cathy Come Home. I love most of his gear, even the shite ones have something to them. But if you haven't seen it, watch Spirit of 45. It's brilliant. And surely the best bit of football ever put on film... The slightly balding Bobby Charlton scoring a penalty.