Moderately well known comedian, and some time column-writing satirist David Quanick, talking about football on radio 5, had someth…
Trapped by a city to which I claim ownerhsip.
Straight talking.
DrownedinSound used to be about music and people used to talk about music and writing and music and emo and bands they liked and music. Mostly music. It was not a scene.…
And now it's here. I've felt the winds of change since I started writing here. Always with an air of hopefulness and expectation. And now it's here; it's starting. (No wait: I know I've been vague. I'm writing a cryptic puzzle of detail and no gr…
I like being a alone at the end of a night. I dont know what that says about me. Maybe that I like being alone at the end of the night. It's true. More or less. Usually mostly less. But, for now, mainly more. I need to reassess everything. Brigh…
Edinburgh Festival. I can't concentrate on anything. I've attended two plays, two gigs, two comedy shows, and that Tao Drumming thingh everyone's Auntie says is really good. And what do I remember? Llareggub, as Dylan Thomas might have said, forward…
Oh by the way, I'm smoking again. I never intended on giving up properly, but I didnt even make it much past the two week mark. I suck.…
Change. Happens. This year has disappeared too fast. I'm starting doing things I've always thought of, but resisted. Like, I had my hair cut short last week. At a hairdressers. That's not a barbers: Not a supermarket: a fucking hairdressers. £30.…
I sit here surrounded by cds and books. Cds and books ive bought over the last three months but not properly listened to or read. If I still lived with my parents I'd disappear into a darkened room, sleep through the day, and listen and read and think a…
Crablin is giving up smoking today. I am too. There was no planning or preparation involved in my giving up though. I felt bad about the amount I smoked over the weekend - a pack of 20 sitting by the computer.. if i'd been in the pub twice that wou…
Sometimes there are songs that make you want to stop whatever you're doing, play them on repeat, forget everything: hopes, ambitions, disappointments. Till you're feeling like you're 8 years old and kicking a football in parks and afternoons that go on f…
This is the nicest day I've been out in for 2 years. Baking sun with a refreshing straight wind; instead of the bitter uniquely hair-styling curveball wind that usually whips around Edinbrughs streets. Tourists everywhere on Princes Street, in shorts an…
Went to REM and Belle and Sebatian last week. Both in Glasgow. I hate Glasgow. Mainly in an East Coast half-ironic, wholly-jealous way, but it's a pose I've adopted so long I'll never be able to shake it. I'm always amazed as to how far the West Coa…