Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

Twelfth Night

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

--Viola, Act III, scene i

I am so bored that I have decided to list the next five random plays from my Network Walkman. I’ve done this before and it can be quite fun to try and say something about the songs as they appear.

That said, I have a policy of just dropping entire albums onto the player, so the fact that the first song that has popped up is Grazed Knees by Snow Patrol, is a puzzle. It is from their breakout album, "Final Straw" and pleasant enough, but not memorable. Maybe this wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

Second up: Puppets by Curved Air. Now this is more like it; less for the song itself, which is an acceptable if average offering from the band, but it allows me to daydream about Sonja Kristina and recall the fact that an early posting on LJ involving a photo of same taught me about compressing pictures for display on web pages!

The third random pick: Clean by Robbie Williams. A dark, dark secret: I like Robbie. Since Val Doonigan fell off his rocker, Robbie and his energetically routine pop has given me the aural equivalent of those little chewy cola sweets you get in lucky bags.

Number four on the random playlist, pop-pickers. My Walkman is clearly trying to undermine the little credibility my music tastes have and has offered up California by Belinda Carlisle. A fine, if lightweight foot-tapper from a largely forgettable artiste. It has a surprisingly good guitar break half way through. The secret is in the lyric – chardonnay music for disposable people. Myself I have no idea where I was when River Phoenix died.

Fifth offering: Ah, thank you, Karma Pixies. I Don’t Mind by the Buzzcocks. This takes me straight back to college discos in the late 70s and early 80s, trying to get served cheap but warm beer during the interval in the students’ union, hoping that your trainers wouldn’t adhere too much to the sticky floor and freeze you in place. Nostalgia in three minutes!

In the meantime, jfs has responded to my plea for a meme letter, and so ( below the cut, there is a music meme: )

I memeth not as a rule (so say I), but I have added pictures to a number of other people's LJs so tis meet that I give them the option to come back at me...


1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).
(The html for images is here: [a href="http:/url here/"][/a] just close it off with < and > instead of [ and ].)

4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.

...that's going around, if you say 'yes' to everything, you come out as Tesla. In fact, if you answer 'no' to everything, you come out as Tesla, too.

Or so I'm told. I don't do memes.

Another meme!

I may never again be able to say that I don't do these with a straight face. But I do like this one and I was miffed when it went down last time...

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