<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:22.969-07:00</updated><category term='OAP'/><category term='crab cakes'/><category term='ill looking Scots'/><category term='attractive girls with nice eyebrows'/><category term='Elliot used to like proper music'/><category term='snow'/><category term='chicago'/><title type='text'>WORLD FAMOUS BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-5691342519969752499</id><published>2008-03-15T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:16.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R9xwMGjwtyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eVm2M4dywBM/s1600-h/smiths_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178137024790574882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R9xwMGjwtyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eVm2M4dywBM/s400/smiths_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PROPER BEST OF THE SMITHS FROM A BORED FELLER ON THE TRAIN HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/lu41s2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOWNLOAD HERE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I even wrote some sleevenotes when I was feeling lonely and miserable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Well I Wonder' 1985&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything about being from the north west is here, cliched? yes - probably. But an incredibley well written and performed track. Really subtle acoustic guitar from Johnny, ace falsetto from Moz, only one chorus, already confident enough to not repeat it throughout the song (and maybe the best one they ever wrote!) the instrumental part with rain recording (cassette) and overlayed guitars at the end (in 1 min) sum up most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;How embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths 'Reel Around The Fountain' 1984&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the most romantic song I've ever heard - I thought that as an 11 year old (I certainly didn't know what romance was then) but this song made me feel like it was okay to not like football and like poncing about with my florist mum.&lt;br /&gt;It also features the best middle eight ever written, musically ad lyrically ( &lt;em&gt;'I dreamt about you last&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;night...&lt;/em&gt;') there are 2 good recordings of this - the one that John Porter produced (this one) on the debut lp being my favourite, for the sneaky piano part from Johnny in the middle eight.There is another version recorded by Troy Tate which is truly terrible and the Stephen Street one on Hatful Of Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Mike Joyce's drumming is really patient in this, which is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Cemetery Gates' 1986&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lyrically pretty (totally/intentionally) pretentious - but it really reminds me of Southern Cemetery (about which it was written) I very occasionally go there when things are not ok in the hope that I can make them better. Morrissey sings really well. Andy's bass playing is is super positive sounding. My mate Phil calls it 'Celery Gates' - I think if you had to choose a track that summed up the band to a non Smiths fan it'd be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Smiths 'Please Please Please' 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell you what - if any other band would have written a song this good they'd have stretched it out to more than the 1.51 that this is. The lyrics stop after 1 min, and the 2nd half is sensational - any other band would have made the mandolin part a string part, doubled the length, added lyrics, and generally egged it up.&lt;br /&gt;What's great is they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The band flare around Marr's melody for a minute and stop. The first example of Johhny under-doing arrangements brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Girl Afraid' 1984&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Johnny Marr plays with some really cool overlayed guitars, occasionally sounding like Duane Eddie, Mike Joyce does some jobsworth drumming, but it's totally right - another instance of a Smiths track starting with a great guitar hook and instrumental section before the words get a look in. The band used to record the instrumental tracks (Mike, Andy, Johnny) and Morrissey would show up after a week having listened to a cassette and having added lyrics at home. Also a great example of Moz as a studious, funny, and commited lyricist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Suffer Little Children' 1983/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Oh Manchester , so much to answer for'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrissey wrote the lyrics to the instrumental at home before arriving at the studio and freaking the other members out with what he'd written - a song about the moors murderers. The press got hold of this and tried to make out it was a terrible, sensationalist and contraversial song - before checking with the parents of the murdered children, only to find Morrissey had visited the parents and played them the tape of this, of which they all approved.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tribute to the dead children that the parents fully supported. Sometimes (with that in mind) a bit upsetting to listen to, even 40 years after the killings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Smiths ' Nowhere Fast' 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'..and when a train goes by, it's such a sad sound'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 50's rock n roll pastiche. Johnny was/is really into retro 50's music and culture, and partic guitar sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lyrically hilarious, and some really nicely played appropriate trainlike drumming from Mike Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;Some unusual swirly effects from producer Stephen Street. Short and sweet - again, knowing when to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'How Soon Is Now?' 1985&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one everyone knows - a weird and rare Italian B side version, not included because it's rare - but because it extends the parts we all like.&lt;br /&gt;Rourke playing at his slinkiest, and more great lyrics for all the lads to sing along to. 'See I've already waited too long...and all my hope is gone' has stuck with me for years and years (because I'm a miserable git but a very happy one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths ' Last Night I Dreamt' 1987&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What an intro...&lt;br /&gt;The production and ideas (on the whole LP) is/are phenomenal. Really underated album is 'Strangeways Here We Come' - annoyingly so.&lt;br /&gt;Some journalists like to refer to it as the sound of The Smiths breaking up. It really isn't. This is a great recording and perormance from their final album. I prefer this LP to The Queen Is Dead. It sounds more like Johnny Marr flexing his skills as an arranger.&lt;br /&gt;People like to speculate on how they might have sounded after this album - and are generally negative.&lt;br /&gt;I think they could have really done something amazing - this track being indicative of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'There is a Light' 1986&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - this just makes me think of lads (proper working class football ones) singing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a couple of nights djing playing this and all the lads in a scrum spilling beer and doing that jumpy up and down thing (with pints) - all of them knowing every last word.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love Manchester, but not in a nostaligic way. The esscence of Manc lads is in this song.&lt;br /&gt;alltogether now 'and if a tennn tunnnn truckkkkkkk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Back To The Old House' 1984&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember sitting on Damon's steps to his flat around the time he decided he wanted to be a singer - and him playing this on guitar and us singing it to one another when drunk. He did well in the end, but not without influence from The Smiths. Johnny gave him a harmonica which he often pulled out (and used on his first 2 albums) and was very proud of. It also makes me think of a girl I used to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'Oscillate Wildy' 1986&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moz has a day off - Johnny does a bit of showing off with Andy and Mike. Just a nice reminder of the fact that the band were great players.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to ANYTHING Coldplay have recorded and remember where you heard this type of piano arrangement first.&lt;br /&gt;If I had theme music when I walked in a room it'd be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths ' I Know It's Over' 1986&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lyrically hilarious - another reminder why Morrissey was misunderstood as being over earnest and 'depressing'&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Mike play really well together on this. Marr leaves room for them. Really well arranged with the string parts too. I love the way he says 'guts' (3.35) He's got a very odd accent really.&lt;br /&gt;Blew the other band band members away having recorded it as an instumental before Morrissey came in with lyrics he'd written at home. The end section was extended 'mother I can feel...' when played live on the last tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'see the sea wants to take me - the knife wants to slit me - do you think you can help me?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Smiths 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore' 1985&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat is Murder was the album that changed so many people's lives - yet kinda gets forgotten a bit.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best album they did in many ways - the relationship between the band and Johnny, and the band and Mozzer and all of them with producer Stephen Street - culminating in this. The Coda 'I've seen this happen...' is perfect and amazing. The panned overlayed guitars, the long snare reverb, the weird backwardy bits, the snakey totally Andy Rourke bassline. Sums up the sound of a band confidently coming of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths 'This Charming Man' 1984/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally the first time anyone sat up and took notice and took them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go so far as to say this is the first 'indie' record. It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm probably an idiot for sitting on this train for 4 hours and writing this for (nobody) to read.&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget the songs that changed my life - and the songs that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;See? I snook a Morrissey lyric in - even right at the end.&lt;br /&gt;How embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-5691342519969752499?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5691342519969752499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=5691342519969752499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/5691342519969752499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/5691342519969752499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/proper-best-of-smiths-from-bored-feller.html' title=''/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R9xwMGjwtyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eVm2M4dywBM/s72-c/smiths_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-2623642521747932332</id><published>2008-02-23T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:16.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A7imZObeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZwtH8lbbj0/s1600-h/hearing_protection_required_sign.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170197837829271010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A7imZObeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZwtH8lbbj0/s400/hearing_protection_required_sign.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more music I've been enjoying of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMT have a good single - the album isn't all that. But &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ks89bb"&gt;'TIME TO PRETEND' &lt;/a&gt;is very nice - out at the end of March. Even my mum likes it (she's getting quite cool in her old age, we're off to see Band Of Horses on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170197004605615570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A6yGZObdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OvtSsNKYFPg/s400/mgmt_005_crp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been enjoying &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/0n4yu9"&gt;'ROCKET'&lt;/a&gt; by Working For A Nuclear Free City. They are from Wilmslow (posh bit of Cheshire) where Doves are from (and I grew up in next door Poynton) They are touring at the moment and are great live. Their album 'Businessmen and Ghosts' is really well put together - bit Krauty, bit electronic, some acoustic stuff, some short tracks, some long uns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170201583040753138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A-8mZObfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rTUeZupUZbQ/s400/wfanfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and here's &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/eygnj7"&gt;'SEE THESE BONES'&lt;/a&gt; from the always excellent Nada Surf. The band have been around for about 10 years but have never really broken through (they're American) despite having a fairly poppy sound (don't let that put you off - they do it brilliantly) Their new album 'The Night' is their 6th, and is very good. Maybe they're just a bit too old now and have missed their chance, hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170203386927017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8BAlmZObgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XlqHzwvTkVs/s400/gallery_Nada_Surf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all I've time for - I'm also liking Team Water Polo, Animal Collective, and the new Grand National single - which I'll stick up next week x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-2623642521747932332?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2623642521747932332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=2623642521747932332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/2623642521747932332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/2623642521747932332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-3.html' title='Music 3'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A7imZObeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZwtH8lbbj0/s72-c/hearing_protection_required_sign.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-3171482489946896307</id><published>2008-02-23T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:17.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A0RWZObbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AiHBu-MsiX8/s1600-h/5_two_cameras_dollies_reduced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170189844895133106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A0RWZObbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AiHBu-MsiX8/s400/5_two_cameras_dollies_reduced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've re-written this 3 times - I still can't get across how much I enjoyed The Wire. I don't want to be that guy that gets excited about a tv show, but when I first saw The Wire in 2006 it genuinely blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound all evangelical, but The Wire is truly the best series ever made in television history. At the least it's raised the bar for how television drama is made - at best it's thrilling, gripping, detailed, excellently perfromed by the actors, amazingly directed and produced, the scrpit is 10/10, heck - even the sound recording is mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters have been written with the sort of care and attention I've never seen before - and maybe won't again. I just finished season 5 and the prevailing character that cuts through all 5 series is Omar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170178227008597410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8AptGZObaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/q2g2VWUZhKQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black gay bounty hunting cowboy - fucking brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the fact that (Sheffield born) Dominic West's performance as McNulty is, in comparison, fairly weak. He's a lynchpin - in the same way the King in a game of chess is actually a bit shit, but clamps the game together.&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite season (after lying in bed thinking about it for hours) is season 4. Season 2 a close run second. Season 4 pips it because it encompasses all that is great about the program in as far as it has many of the mainstay characters making big moves - where as 2 is more of a kind of off-shoot, albiet a brilliant one - with it's docks setting.&lt;br /&gt;I know Charlie Brooker the (uk) tv pundit has said he wishes he'd never seen it and was watching it for the first time - I can see where he's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind I watched it all over again. There's so many layers of story it's hard to absorb everything in one watch anyway. It's like a big cake, a really good well made cake. With drugs, and politics, and guns, and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hugely emotional, I don't think anyone cries in the whole 5 seasons (actually I think Ziggy might in s2). The men are men (Ziggy's a boy that thought he was a man). Faulty, rubbish getting things wrong, making mistakes kind of men - and I love it all the more for that. There's compassion certainly, Presbo in particular is amazing in season 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170191081845714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A1ZWZObcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6MyxaUN4Avw/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comedy is downplayed but excellently done - from Bunks muttering and puking to Clay Davies 'SheeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it sound blokey - it's not - Greggs is one of the best female characters ever written. Takes no shit - gives no shit. Gets on with being 'good po-lice'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to write coherantly about something you really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if that's a load of bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-3171482489946896307?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3171482489946896307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=3171482489946896307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3171482489946896307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3171482489946896307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/wire.html' title='The Wire'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R8A0RWZObbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AiHBu-MsiX8/s72-c/5_two_cameras_dollies_reduced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-3807388785184549527</id><published>2008-02-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:18.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths and Hotdogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7IEsmZObUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tV2XxeRvj9E/s1600-h/marr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196886814485826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7IEsmZObUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tV2XxeRvj9E/s400/marr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got my hands on this ultra rare mix of &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bc5aes"&gt;'How Soon Is Now' by The Smiths&lt;/a&gt;. I think it only came out on the Italian 12" b-side of 'William It Was Really Nothing'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better production and a different vocal take and arrangement, new bassline and some extra drum parts plus some additional guitars - much better version I think (non Smiths fans nod off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morrissey has a new best of LP out that's worth buying. I aint giving it you for nothing though. I'll get in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a new camera so I took some new pictures. It's a Lumix TZ23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166200245478911330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7IHwGZObWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pt6_IkrP5IQ/s400/Picture+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166201589803674994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7II-WZObXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GQbKgbpAkPc/s400/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all really, I've got some enthusiastic things I wanted to say about ice cream and hotdogs but I haven't the energy right now. So I'll post up actor Christopher Walken's essay on hotdogs and little picture of a delicious one I ate last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166199236161596754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7IG1WZObVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/opHcISeIgrA/s400/walken_speaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Walken on Hotdogs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you enjoy eating hot dogs? I hope you won't be put off by my frankness when I tell you that I absolutely love them. In fact, I enjoy no food item more than a freshly-boiled hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've done a lot of movies, and it's true that I've worked with quite a few celebrities who did not share this opinion. I'm sorry to say that these people have always angered me. There are two types of people in this world: those who eat hot dogs whenever it is possible to do so, and those who opt to do other things with their free time.&lt;br /&gt;Who do the latter think they are kidding? What pastime could be more rewarding than the consumption of hot dogs? I haven't yet found one, and I don't expect to in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other foods, hot dogs can be eaten at any time, in any place, and it is not necessary to cook them. Now, I ask you: Why not eat hot dogs? They are delicious. I carry a bag of hot dogs with me wherever I go. I eat them from the bag whenever I get the urge, regardless of the circumstances. When I make a movie, my hot dogs are my co-stars. If, in the middle of a scene, I decide I want to consume a hot dog, I do so. I waste the director's time and thousands of dollars in film stock, but in the end, it is all worth it, because I enjoy eating hot dogs more than I enjoy acting.&lt;br /&gt;This bothers some people. I was supposed to portray Batman, but when Tim Burton learned of my hot dog cravings, he asked Michael Keaton to wear the cape. To this day, I am peeved about this.&lt;br /&gt;When we filmed The Dead Zone, I ate over 800 hot dogs a day. It was necessary. My character needed to come across as intense as possible, and I found the inspiration for that intensity in my intense love for hot dogs. The director, David Cronenberg, said that he would never work with me again. I kept eating hot dogs when the cameras were rolling, and that seemed to bother him. I say fuck him. He doesn't even like hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end by emphasizing once again that I really like to eat hot dogs. If any of you people disagree, I loathe you. I despise you. Not only that, but I also despise all your loved ones. I want to see them torn to pieces by wild dogs. If I ever meet you in person, I'll smash your brains in with a fucking bat. Then we'll see who doesn't like hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166206241253256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7INNGZObZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Wr5wgAQnf0/s400/Picture+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of the hotdog couple. They look so happy - they're going to have a quite a night out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Valentines day x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-3807388785184549527?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3807388785184549527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=3807388785184549527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3807388785184549527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3807388785184549527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-got-my-hands-on-this-ultra-rare.html' title='The Smiths and Hotdogs'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R7IEsmZObUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tV2XxeRvj9E/s72-c/marr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-6971850258586909820</id><published>2008-02-06T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:20.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' an Bowlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qvKcP5CiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CIaVLZJ7bO0/s1600-h/Picture+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164132516650093090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qvKcP5CiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CIaVLZJ7bO0/s400/Picture+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Rock 'n' Bowl. See what they did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sign outside is huge. They know about signs in America (note I didn't use the word 'signage' as it doesn't exist/isn't a real word) I've taken a tonne of pictures of signs since I came here, but have refrained (spared you) from posting them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the signs on the shops where you live, in England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're shit aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If in doubt just put loads of lightbulbs up and make em massive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164133676291263026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qwN8P5CjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DpcsZGBtfdw/s400/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the carpet at the Rock N Bowl- it reminded me of my mate Jimmy, I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164126701264374178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qp38P5CaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9kushuihDyw/s400/Picture+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling AND cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164127873790446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qq8MP5CcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e6kn0j7386M/s400/Picture+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I opted for a tasty Miller Hi Life - 'The Champagne of Beers' - I wonder what the miserable French think about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malt, barley, hops, and delicious alchohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164129084971223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qsCsP5CdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zgN-KI7uhCg/s400/Picture+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Brad did that cool/hilarious joke where you swap glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164129952554617330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qs1MP5CfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wYs484Exrus/s400/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a nice healthy dinner and bowled like a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164131417138465282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6quKcP5CgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7Uw7eX82rtY/s400/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164131717786176018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qub8P5ChI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0hLtH4tZNgI/s400/Picture+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was a bit shit/drunk - though he beat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164135531717134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qx58P5CkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h-cKon5TsLs/s400/Picture+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came last, even 2 girls beat me, I think it's the national sport here and they play a lot more, also, my shoes were a little tight, I think the lanes are narrower than in the UK, and the floor was really slippy, plus the ball weights are all in imperial weights and that gets really confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/rt3ec3"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; Camper Van Beethoven's classic 'Take The Skinheads Bowling' from 1985, and &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/vupf8h"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is Teenage Fanclub's cover - also really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Scotch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't say I never give you nuthin for nuthin. Or something. Or other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-6971850258586909820?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6971850258586909820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=6971850258586909820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/6971850258586909820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/6971850258586909820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/rockin-bowlin.html' title='Rockin&apos; an Bowlin&apos;'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6qvKcP5CiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CIaVLZJ7bO0/s72-c/Picture+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-6734250254399714615</id><published>2008-02-06T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:21.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNX NOT DEAD ETC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nxV8P5CTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TBY5dp0MyT8/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923807009311026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nxV8P5CTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TBY5dp0MyT8/s400/Picture+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see Gallows the other night, a group from England I'm fond of - they were playing at Metro. It wasn't hugely busy and maybe the venue was a little large for them - though it was Super Bowl Sunday AND there was a snowstorm. I took some pictures, drank some beer, then went out till the middle of the night and don't remember getting home (no pics of that thankfully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's lead singer Frank Carter. He also works as a tattoo artist and sometiems works at Steve Byrnes (who does mine) here's Franks tattoos page &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=68437281"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=68437281&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here's the pics what I done took - Great gig - though I did get a bit squashed, and there was quite a lot of spitting and leaping around into the audience (I didn't take pictures of that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924051822446914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nxkMP5CUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MhZKrWxRY68/s400/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924558628587858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nyBsP5CVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SnGuZib1RKA/s400/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163925434801916258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6ny0sP5CWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0B419MB6COU/s400/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163925838528842098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nzMMP5CXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mjpZO1exUsc/s400/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Frank pulling some American shapes - he's incredibley polite and humble. Punks are funny these days eh - most of them are straight-edge (no smoking drinking or sex - I'm considering it myself) and apart from the spitting and swearing they seemed like a lovely bunch of boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926143471520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nzd8P5CYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cbOi-gdMEE4/s400/Picture+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally here's my Favourite Gallows track &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/d0bq16"&gt;'Kill The Rhythm'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-6734250254399714615?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6734250254399714615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=6734250254399714615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/6734250254399714615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/6734250254399714615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/punx-not-dead-etc.html' title='PUNX NOT DEAD ETC'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nxV8P5CTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TBY5dp0MyT8/s72-c/Picture+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-1365304342464240376</id><published>2008-02-06T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:22.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6npRMP5CMI/AAAAAAAAADc/PK85EbBBgtE/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163914929311910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6npRMP5CMI/AAAAAAAAADc/PK85EbBBgtE/s400/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my birthday I went for some delicious coal fired pizza with Brad Laura and Common Factor (a techno producer) That card is from my mum. I brought it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the daytime we went here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163915822665107666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nqFMP5CNI/AAAAAAAAADk/BZZLxyUfhk4/s400/Picture+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ate these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163916385305823458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nql8P5COI/AAAAAAAAADs/6kvheODdS40/s400/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine's the double one with cheese on. I added roughly a jar of pickles. Delicious. It doesn't look like much in the picture. But it's a pretty famous place (world famous according to the t shirts) and is one of the tastiest burgers I've ever eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been getting busy with some hot dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163918670228424962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nsq8P5CQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NdgXpAzOpNE/s400/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163918000213526770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6nsD8P5CPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dY7NfpOZ7lQ/s400/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this for a rubbish deal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163919232869140754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6ntLsP5CRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4W4piAMVXhM/s400/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-1365304342464240376?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1365304342464240376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=1365304342464240376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/1365304342464240376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/1365304342464240376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6npRMP5CMI/AAAAAAAAADc/PK85EbBBgtE/s72-c/Picture+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-5884086957522634939</id><published>2008-02-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:23.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crab cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>THIRTY FIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6X_xsP5CHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rHpQRMt8ajs/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162813777006626930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6X_xsP5CHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rHpQRMt8ajs/s400/Picture+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 35 today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Chicago staying with my freind Brad, I djed at FiveStar the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162881878008072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6Y9tsP5CKI/AAAAAAAAADM/IAq4njNR0ts/s400/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun. The morning after we went for breakfast. There I am at the top perusing the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162877097709471874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6Y5XcP5CII/AAAAAAAAAC8/wp6W4bl23Lc/s400/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got the blue claw crab cakes with 2 poached eggs and a corn muffin. Very nice it was too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being 35 is JUST the same as being 34. I went to buy some face cream from a posh shop to make me look younger. Maybe it's too late though? I got a card from my mum and dad which was really nice. I also spoke to my darling daughter using the magic of the internet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's snowing here. Inappropriate footwear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162879258078021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6Y7VMP5CJI/AAAAAAAAADE/dSY7ImktB6o/s400/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-5884086957522634939?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5884086957522634939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=5884086957522634939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/5884086957522634939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/5884086957522634939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/thirty-fiv.html' title='THIRTY FIVE'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6X_xsP5CHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rHpQRMt8ajs/s72-c/Picture+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-3048289995219193008</id><published>2008-01-29T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:24.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill looking Scots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attractive girls with nice eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot used to like proper music'/><title type='text'>Music Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6n5GsP5CZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nbn-yFZ8dlQ/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163932341109328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6n5GsP5CZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nbn-yFZ8dlQ/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6Y_gsP5CLI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pe0yyy9n7sA/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagine this blogging thing'll last for maybe a month tops (like most things I 'get into') I started writing a diary this year, and wrote about 1000 words a day, but for a month.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm preoccupied with trying to find some stability in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this got to do with music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's what I get from music - a feeling of unfluctuating stability, some kind of constant in my life, I can get bored of it, fall out of love with it, fall in love with it, but always feeling like I'm getting an emotional response from it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - There's not enough below, so here are some more songs that have been keeping me chipper (or making me wallow in self pity etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lot are called The Royal We, from Glasgow, could they look any more Scottish? No. The one on the left is pretty. H&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/kemlw6"&gt;ere&lt;/a&gt; is their single 'All The Rage' I really like it. Some of the members are also in the band Correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161004337349593122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R5-SGcP5CCI/AAAAAAAAACM/jTkVHz0Mt-c/s400/review-theroyalwe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/j2nh9f"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; lovely St Vincent's 'Apocalypse Song' she looks a bit like a Tim Burton drawing, I imagine (based on having NEVER met her) that she's a bit of a nause. Regardless - good song, nice scarf / outfit / guitar combo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161008164165453874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R5-VlMP5CDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q4GbtFOq_3I/s400/st+vin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and finally for today &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/tbke8i"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; the super brilliant HOLY FUCK from Canada - I do wish bands wouldn't have wacky names - it makes you think they might be rubbish when they are infact very good - 'Modest Mouse', I rest my case. Here's HOLY FUCK'S beautiful instrumental 'Lovely Allen'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161011754758113346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R5-Y2MP5CEI/AAAAAAAAACc/B_6ljG29Vr8/s400/holyfuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My plan is to have an electronic music post on this blog too. In a different section so the techno kids don't have to bump into the fey indie types whilst wandering about. This week I got some good bits from Switch, Alex Under, Kolombo, Pig&amp;amp;Dan, Kris Menace, and a really ace Dubfire remix of System Seven. I'll get em up when I get back from Chicago (might even do a little diary)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-3048289995219193008?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3048289995219193008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=3048289995219193008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3048289995219193008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/3048289995219193008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-two.html' title='Music Two'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R6n5GsP5CZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nbn-yFZ8dlQ/s72-c/Picture+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-9022971531234240863</id><published>2008-01-28T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:25.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55iM8P5B-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JMJ_nL85zoI/s1600-h/caSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160670197483898850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55iM8P5B-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JMJ_nL85zoI/s400/caSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing my radio show (The Revolution, 96.2fm 12-4pm daily) it's rekindled my love of non electronic music (I was always a dormant indie kid) Some new things I'm enjoying are the album 'Dropping The Writ' by Cass Mcombs. The single 'That's That' is great. &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/vbkcs4"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; it is. Cass is from Baltimore and is a handsome kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55keMP5B_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pV2G0aoiQ6I/s1600-h/joe+lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160672692859897842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55keMP5B_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pV2G0aoiQ6I/s400/joe+lean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've been listening to is this by the ridiculously named Joe Lean and the Jing Jang Jong. Joe is from London and was the drummer in The Pipettes (bit rubbish) and is an actor by trade. I can see them doing really well. Here's their track&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/x7grcr"/a&gt; 'I aint Sure'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/x7grcr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55misP5CAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z3jMhYO030I/s1600-h/black_mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160674969192564738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55misP5CAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z3jMhYO030I/s400/black_mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/t3nsog"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; the super heavy 'Wucan' from the new Black Mountain lp 'Into The Future'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see them live. Though they could do with a bath. They're from Canada and remind me a bit of Nebula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55occP5CBI/AAAAAAAAACE/_yh8YmXwTT4/s1600-h/band+of+horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160677060841637906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55occP5CBI/AAAAAAAAACE/_yh8YmXwTT4/s400/band+of+horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and finally the mighty Band Of Horses. Here's lead singer Ben Bridewell looking like he's wearing some kind of weird disguise, and &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/05wy8r"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is there brilliant single 'No One's Goin To Love You More Than I Do' - lyrically this song is all to relevant for me at the moment so i have to listen to it small doses. Can't wait to see them in Manchester in February. Right - that's it for today. The beard count on this page might break the internet x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8300605715473472381-9022971531234240863?l=worldfamousblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9022971531234240863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300605715473472381&amp;postID=9022971531234240863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/9022971531234240863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300605715473472381/posts/default/9022971531234240863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldfamousblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Elliot Eastwick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55iM8P5B-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JMJ_nL85zoI/s72-c/caSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300605715473472381.post-4455594677604164691</id><published>2008-01-28T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:25:27.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes</title><content type='html'>So I've been getting busy building singlespeed bikes (fixies)&lt;br /&gt;I love it, it's creative, healthy, and I get to show off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I made (below) was a gift for a girl, she liked it I think - I love the colour, it was originally a black peugot, I kept the frame, forks and front brake caliper and binned everything else. I then stripped it back to bare metal with Nitromoors (the jelly kind) and wet sanded it then wire brushed it. I then applied zinc coating primer (2 layers) and 6 layers of plastikote in lilac, then 2 layers of lacquer. The bars are cut down drops and I found some really cool NOS lilac bar tape on Ebay. I bought some brand new Rigida rims and a 47t SR chainset, the rear freewheel is 17t. The saddle is a Frontera and the bars and post have been sanded and the same paint treatment as above but in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160644462039861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55Ky8P5ByI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hhRT6cdBvbo/s400/9ce9_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160645475652142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55Lt8P5B1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/C8-cN2iH2EA/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160645467062208306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55LtcP5BzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gaWSoBnUNro/s400/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160645471357175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55LtsP5B0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/SwJyqvmokJU/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the one I'm working on at the moment - It's for sale, goodness knows who'll buy it though (Nathan Barley maybe?) I'll stick it on Ebay Japan maybe?! It's got a Fizik saddle, Sturmey Archer NOS steel (!) rims, riser bars, Oury grips (also green) whitewall tyres, Campagnolo cranks and chainset 52t, and a fixed 14t rear, same treatment as the other bike (I hang them on the washing line to paint them and dry them in front of an open oven!) the paint is Ford Signal Green - I used to have a MK1 Ford Escort in the same colour, I loved that car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160649551576106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55PbMP5B3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0CbwPSgL9FQ/s400/5987_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160654018342094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55TfMP5B6I/AAAAAAAAABM/rM4OAJOi_z0/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160654473608628146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55T5sP5B7I/AAAAAAAAABU/dEAqG2y7tME/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160655770688751570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55VFMP5B9I/AAAAAAAAABk/FloIzomQVUY/s400/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160654911695292354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55UTMP5B8I/AAAAAAAAABc/XLEdUaANgzY/s400/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160649074834736994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wFzvIDOjYw/R55O_cP5B2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aQ_vBrXSXuY/s400/54fd_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it. I'll post some of the completed bike when I get back from America (if anyone's arsed) I'm also up for building them to order if you want one making email me &lt;a href="mailto:ellioteastwick@hotmail.com"&gt;ellioteastwick@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, they're not hugely expensive and you end up with a totally unique hand built bike. 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