Raining blood, from a lacerated sky, bleeding its horror.

So, I return from reading. Though 4 days did pass between me last posting and when I went to reading, all these things have been made irrelevant by the awesomeness of reading. It all began at 6:30 on thursday morning (it was supposed to be 6, but my alarm fucked up). It was about 4 or 5 hours later by the time we were set up in Reading and everything, unfortunately we had a pitch which was inferior by far to the pitch we had last year, being a 10 minute walk from the arena. But we were with loads of friends, so it was all good. I then spent about an hour and a half in mr ben perrys tent, smoking a rather large amount of weed and hotboxing his tent a few times. I got pretty fucked, and remained this way for the majority of the day, except for a few hours of soberness inbetween drinking or smoking. Thursday evening we strolled around the camp, before eventually getting to bed about 12. And then it was friday, and the music had begun.

The Subways, who I saw at Reading last year as well, but this time they were on the main stage instead of the NME stage, they were pretty cool and I didn't get as crushed as I did last year.

Rise Against- Were awesome. I arrived just before they started, but managed to get right to the centre and get into a huge mosh pit which was going round the centre pole in the tent. Unfortunately a few people smashed into the centre pole, so the pit was soon moved a bit. Though they missed a couple of my favourite songs, they did play really well and it was a great set.

Belle and Sebastien- Only sat at the back for this, with dean going mental when they played the Teachers theme tune.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Despite myself kate and dean both agreeing that the lead singer is still terrifying, they were damn good. They played a lot of songs that I knew, and finishing with Y Control was just the best ever.

The Vines- Caught about half of their set, but what I saw was awesome. I even managed not to miss Ride.

Franz Ferdinand- I saw about half of these guys, and though they were pretty good, I had seen them before, and they wern't good enough to be a reading headliner, not on the main stage.

Primal Scream- Went with duncan to see these guys, they were much better than Franz in my opinion.

After the bands were done, we did another one of our strolls around the campsite before heading back to sleep. And then it was saturday.

Most of the earlier bands were spent making a "Paul Loves Feeder" sign, so The Cribs and The Futureheads were pretty much ignored. But Dirty Pretty Things were most certainly not ignored.

Dirtty Pretty Things- Were as good as I had expected. Carl Barat still has it. They played pretty much their whole album, including "You Fucking Love It" which made me happy.

Feeder- Were alright, but FUCKING YET AGAIN they failed to play any decent songs from their earlier albums, which are obviously better than the whiny gay shit they've been doing since their drummer died. And the Feeder sign failed, as some annoying twats decided to throw shit at it, and I got very little support from duncan who was helping me hold it up, who just laughed.

Arctic Monkeys- Opened with "I bet you...". Not what I expected, but then again the crowd was full of yobs who would probaly not want to wait to hear it. They played a cool set, including "Bigger boys and stolen sweethearts", which was cool. But I still fail to understand the hype about them. Yeah, they're good. But not that good. Probaly just because all the chavs like the fact that he has a bit of a chavvy voice.

Muse- Won second best act of the weekend. You'll have to wait to see who came first. They opened with Knights of Cydonia, which I did vaguely recognise, and it was a great song. Thankfully they didn't play too much off their new album, as I hadn't really listened to it much. I was at the barrier until Plug In baby, at which point I had to give in because I was almost dying. But I had a great view throughout, and collapsed as soon as I got back to the tent. That evening one of Kates friend, Franchesca was down, so we took her and her brother for a stroll around the campsite. And then kate and franchesca went for a stroll alone, and then it was like 5AM, so they had to sleep in our tent. I woke up the next morning, and it was SUNDAY! The best day of the weekend.

The day started with Killswitch Engage, who rocked. I saw them at Taste of Chaos, but didn't know much by them. I knew a bit more this time, and they had some awesome pits, so its all good.

Taking Back Sunday- Were cool, but yet again they didn't play "You're So Last summer" or a load of songs from their first album. I then headed over to the NME tent where I saw..

The Dresden Dolls- Were damn good, in my opinion. Though I had innes and kate there to annoy me and whine about how I just stood still for the whole thing. I didn't plan on moshing for The Dresden Dolls, and I still enjoyed myself.

Hope Of the States- After mine and mikes failure to see them at the Koko, I was glad to get a good place to see them this time. They played all the good stuff off their first album, and despite a load of techinal difficulties they played a great set, and they played really well. Unfortunately they were soon to be overshadowed by..

SLAYERRRR- Best band of the weekend. No question about it. I got an awesome place right at the front, and it was the best crowd ever. I was near the front, there was loads of mosh pits, but I was never crushed. They opened with South of Heaven, and played amazingly. Highlights included South of Heaven, War Ensemble (before which there was a yell from the stage of "ARE YOU READY FOR WAR", to which the crowd responded with screams of delight, and then there was an even louder scream when the cry of "WAR ENSEMBLE" went up.) And finally, there was Raining Blood. It was, obviously, the last song in their set, and everyone went fucking insane. It needed no introduction, and for five minutes, thousands of Slayer fans where in heaven. Or more likely Hell, as we all wanted to be South of Heaven. At some point during the song, I met a knackered looking Nick, who had been having as much of a good time as I had. When Slayer went off, there was repeated yells of "Slayer, Slayer, Slayer" for about five minutes, and when it was announced that My Chemical Romance were up next, there was a yell of "Emo Cunts".

My Chemical Romance- Myself and nick retired to the back and where met by everyone, and we sat down to watch My Chemical Romance get bottled, most prolly by Slayer fans who wanted more.

Placebo- Were dissapointing. They played a load of their new stuff, and then had some techinal
dificulties for about ten minutes, during which the cameras scanned the crowd searching for women to flash the camera. And everyone booed one random emo chick who decided to keep her dignity. And when they did come on, they still played a load of their new stuff, and not enough old stuff. They played well, and I enjoyed it, but they could have played a much better set.

Pearl Jam- Were pretty cool, but I was far too tired to enjoy them that much, so I sat at the back with everyone and chilled. I even left before their second encore, as I was totally and utterly knackered. And thus the bands ended.

We strolled around for a bit after Pearl Jam, but they were little riots happened, so we headed back to the tent and I laid down on my pillow, soon to fall asleep without even realising it. Monday morning we packed up and headed home, and thus Reading Festival was over. Now I'm gonna go watch Once Upon A Time In America. Au revoir.

Inside my shell i wait and bleed

So, it was results day a few days ago. I was pretty damn happy with my results, though I know I could have done better. They went like this:

Psychology- A (267 out of 300 in total)
Geography- A (dropped that. woops)
History- B (16 marks off an A)
Politics- C (6 marks off a B)

I'm prolly gonna resit a couple of politics and hist exams, not certain yet though. Anyway, on to more important matters. On thursday the weather finally cleared up, and allowed a field party. Considering it was mostly organised in about an hour, and by likee three people, it went damn well. There were about 20/30 people there, a lot of alcohol, a large catapult for firing stuff. I got very drunk, and had a lot of fun. Which is the important bit. Since then its been pretty boring. I had quirke over yday to play some games, and went pauls im the evening. The day before I went pauls to play game. Hurry up and get to thursday so i can go to reading!

These are the days of our lives

I am so immensely fucking bored. Fuck the weather, fuck this summer, fuck TV, fuck my house, fuck a levels and most importantly, fuck boredom. I am so bored, I have worked out exactly how much more of summer is left. We have 22 days left, and 24 days have passed since we broke up. I've also looked up the weather. Its predicted to rain for the next 5 days, as well as raining on the thursday when I'm going to reading. There are no big parties planned, its too wet for fields, I'm too poor to go anywhere. To put it simply, there is sweet fuck all to do. I've been looking through the word documents in which I have my previous blog archies stored, and I have discovered such amazing things as that in 2 days time it is the anniversary of kate getting really fucking pissed on vodka when we played arrogance on the common. At least we were doing something last year. I've done two things since I came back from italy, on sunday I went to sauls and we sat around and chatted for a few hours, then last night I had a few people round to watch films and play games, which was cool, but now I'm bored shitless, we have our A-Level results tomorrow and there is nothing planned, but me and paul are so determined to do something that if it comes to it we'll be sitting in a field with an umbrella getting drunk. In fact, I may get drunk now as well. The joys of summer.

I return!

So, I got back from Italy yesterday. Needless to say it was an awesome trip, and though I can't be hassled to do a full diary on the whole two and a half weeks, I can give a few highlights. Prolly the best thing we did was paragliding, the sensation of flying was immense and the whole experience was amazing. Other things I did including caving in a cave lined with bat crap, which was still really cool, the caves looked stupidly beautiful. Canyoning was also pretty cool, we abseiled down a load of waterfalls and hiked through some beautiful scenery. We did whitewater rafting, which was really exciting, I had done whitewater rafting before in canada with my family, and though I think it was better that time, the fact that the rapids were pretty much constant there and I was doing it with my friends made it a whole load of fun. That was pretty much all the activies that we did, but we also visited Rome and Florence which were both beautiful cities, even if generally not into that kind of thing. And that was the main events of my holiday. Since having got back I've slept, plyed oblivion, gone to a party at kates which was pretty cool, and eaten a lot of pizza. And tomorrow I have to start my paper round again. Joy.

Now you've got something to die for

Time for the weekly update, methinks. Its been a pretty cool week, not suprising considering how school just finished. Last friday was a party in the fields, and I got very drunk on Jack Daniels and coke. Apart from that, it was a pretty tame evening. Everyone was bit laid back, having just finished school. The stupid event of the evening was when i managed to get stupidly lost after walking kate home, and then had to ask for directions from some random middle aged men. Good fun. It took me about an hour to get back to the fields, by which point nearly everyone had left. I sat around with the remaining people for a bit, before heading home at about 1. Saturday a few people came round mine, and we watched family guy, south park and played halo, which was pretty cool. Sunday I spent at home, watched Lost In Translation on Film Four (I am ecstatic at Film Four now being free). And since sunday every night has been spent round sauls. Monday and tuesday was nice and laid back, just a couple of beers and chatting. But last night was the first big party of the summer. And this morning sauls house is, to quote saul himself "messed up. stinks". There was a lot of drinking, one person throwing up EVERYWHERE. But it was all good really. I got hit in the head with a can which john the stupid german threw, and that hurt a fair bit. But apart from that the evening rocked, I even got to carry dean down the garden and throw him in a bush. I did pay for drinking this morning, as my peanut butter sandwich came right back up. But I'm ok now, pretty much. And I'm off to italy in an hour or so. See you all in a few weeks!

Time for the weekly update, methinks. Its been a pretty cool week, not suprising considering how school just finished. Last friday was a party in the fields, and I got very drunk on Jack Daniels and coke. Apart from that, it was a pretty tame evening. Everyone was bit laid back, having just finished school. The stupid event of the evening was when i managed to get stupidly lost after walking kate home, and then had to ask for directions from some random middle aged men. Good fun. It took me about an hour to get back to the fields, by which point nearly everyone had left. I sat around with the remaining people for a bit, before heading home at about 1. Saturday a few people came round mine, and we watched family guy, south park and played halo, which was pretty cool. Sunday I spent at home, watched Lost In Translation on Film Four (I am ecstatic at Film Four now being free). And since sunday every night has been spent round sauls. Monday and tuesday was nice and laid back, just a couple of beers and chatting. But last night was the first big party of the summer. And this morning sauls house is, to quote saul himself "messed up. stinks". There was a lot of drinking, one person throwing up EVERYWHERE. But it was all good really. I got hit in the head with a can which john the stupid german threw, and that hurt a fair bit. But apart from that the evening rocked, I even got to carry dean down the garden and throw him in a bush. I did pay for drinking this morning, as my peanut butter sandwich came right back up. But I'm ok now, pretty much. And I'm off to italy in an hour or so. See you all in a few weeks!

Tonight is empty of warm glows and whispered good nights

You know what scares the shit out of me? When I'm listening to music and think "aw man, I really wanna hear *insert song", and then that song comes on next. Makes me think my computer read my mind, which means I am defiently spending too much time on the computer. Anyway, on with the post. Its too hot to think and do a full post, so you'll just have to make do.Last weekend was spent in the fields, as is customary in summer, friday was just sitting around watching people get pissed, which was pretty cool. Some people who don't normally come out were down, and I chatted with a load of people, stole a burger off gareth and generally messed around. Oh and I shot a load of people with my BB gun, which was a lot of fun. Especially shooting kent, I just wished it was a real gun. On sat a few people sat on the ski slope, played mario bros and got very stoned. It was orignially supposed to be some big ski slope party, but the organisation fell through it was just like ten people. On the way home I picked up a large traffic cone, which ended up on the roof of richy c's car. Funny stuff. The rest of the week went without particular incident, except when my uncle invited me to see the red hot chili peppers, which was awesome. Its been almost exactly two years since I saw them in hyde park. I think I had more fun the first time, and I was defiently into the chilis a lot more back then, as my music tastes have become more indie/metal since then, so chilis have been being ignored for a while. But it was still an awesome gig, and I was pretty close to the front. One day and one lesson left till summer begins properly!

Now theres a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky

As mentioned by Jenni, last friday Syd Barrett died. And as mentioned, Syd Barrett is very much an unsung hero. Musically, he was a genius. He would be well justified in saying that he made Pink Floyd, without his influence Pink Floyd would most probaly be the band they are today, and thats something we can all give thanks for. When I got the text from jenni in psy about Syd, I wasn't sure what to do. Unsuprisingly, as soon as I got out of the classroom I got out my iPod and starting playing Shine On You Crazy Diamond. And as it is a bit longer than my usual trip home, I had a little cycle around for half an hour or so. I can't claim to be as devestated as jenni is, as I know that she loves everything Pink Floyd more than I do, but I still consider myself a pretty big fan. And I think that its sad that Syd Barretts should pass on with such little recognition. Despite his decline thanks to LSD, the world has lost a great man in Syd Barrett. And so few people will realise. I'm not gonna do a lengthy post about it, as it would be pointless to try and out-do what jenni has already said. So I'll just get on with the events of the last week.

Generally, the week has been highly uneventful. Sports day on thursday was shit as usual, and I spent an hour or so cowering from the sun under an umbrella (gamers don't like sun, it creates glare on the screen which means you might not see that orc coming at you from the right, and it burns us precious). At about 5 I realised I still haven't made a toga for mikes, so I grabbed a sheet, then i grabbed a richy and we bopped over to mikes. It was a pretty cool evening, and seeing everyone in togas was pretty funny. Unusually, I didn't drink. I've decided to cut back a bit, as I do drink rather a lot. And also i need to save some money. Friday I sat at home all day, meaning that when Syd Barrett was dying I was probaly sitting on my sofa or playing Oblivion. Saturday I went adams, mucked around in the pool, watched Dr Who, and then had to walk alll the way home, which was like a 40 min walk. I hate walking. Sunday I played football, which was alright, except I fucked up my leg doing a slide tackle, which was a bit gay. Generally a pretty shite week. But the end of term is fast approaching. I should probaly start my psy cw draft...