2 posts tagged “anti-semitism”

I went to a party on Friday night. It was a 30s/40s themed party, and the only things I could think of to go as were Adolf Hitler and George Formby. I went for the latter, as ukeleles were going cheap on ebay whereas Nazi Uniforms cost at least twenty quid. I saw an impossibly young Swedish chap doing a Formby medley at the Green Man festival last summer, and since then I've been a total Formby apologist. Which is better than being a Nazi apologist, I suppose.

The party was good, anyway, though I was somewhat shamed by the staggering quality of the other costumes on offer. I combined my two costume ideas by playing some anti-semitic songs on my ukulele - hey hey! - and talked and laughed and drank and hugged and generally had a wonderful time.

It was a party hosted by some members of the indie-pop mafia, and as such they're all shy and twee, but have an almost incomprehensible capacity for alcohol. I went to bed / lay down on the floor at around 6am, then when I went to get a glass of water at 8am or so the party was still going strong. Although by 'going strong' I suppose I mean 'Ken was wandering around the house on his own in a dapper hat, attempting to offer sleeping people cocktails'.

Today I went for lunch with a rather lovely fellow party survivor and spent the whole time talking non-stop about banal things. When I'm massively over-tired my internal monologue becomes very external. I was going:

'ok, I'm going to eat some pizza now. Yes, that pizza tasted nice. I wonder whether my friend managed to get me a ticket for that gig. Your hair's very pouffy. God I haven't been here in ages. Hey, that guy over there looks like a Christian'

Very silly.

I then fell asleep at about 4pm, woke up three hours ago, and so that's my sleeping pattern totally, categorically buggered, then. Ah well, it was worth it. I think. I now feel very empty and strange and feel like I'll never be hungry or lonely again.
 
Right, I'm off for a doomed attempt at further sleep. Boing!

p.s. I started thinking, belatedly, that maybe James Blunt is one big, stinking metaphor for the futility of existence. I'd quite like to write a musical called 'James Blunt', in which the eponymous hero meanders along on a massive search for truth, then ends up finding a jam jar buried in a beautifully kept suburban garden, and in that jam jar is a key, and the key opens a door in the sky that leads to an eternal truth, and that truth turns out to be something really banal like 'You get what you deserve, people of earth, and what the people of earth deserve is James Blunt'. And then he'd turn to the audience and play 'You're Beautiful', and everyone would go home happy, because that was their favourite song.

I can't work out what I want to blog about, and I don't know how I want to blog. It's all over the place, and so lacks satisfying thematic coherence. I don't know whether this should be a platform for New Malden-based stuff,  a diary/journal type thing of the day-to-day events of my life; whether I should reveal my hopes and fears and crazy dreams, or whether it should be a place for spewing crazy rants of odious anti-semitism.

So here's the plan: over the next few weeks I plan to write entries in a different style / idiom / way, and you - my valued and cherished handful of readers - can give me feedback on what mode of blogging you prefer. Jibbery heck, you could even make a few suggestions of your own. You know, if you want to.

Tonight, I shall write the first of these entries. It will be written in 'what I did today' mode, and you will gasp and swoon at the thrilling things I've been up to. Exciting!