Monday 8 June 2009

Fraud

Todays P&L: GBP800
Todays booze: 4 litres of dry cider

I feel like a fraud. I started writing this to document my inevitable self-destruction and my general ambivalance to the world and what has happened? I have survived an emergency hospitalisation and an ex-girlfriend has got back in touch with me after fifteen years. Why anyone would want to meet me again I am not sure, one things for sure I am not the man I used to be - but then who of us is? So I guess my rocketride to death, without actually commiting suicide, (its that whole Catholic thing), has been put on hold for a while. I might even get serious about trading again, rather than just making enough money to get battered. All depressing stuff - but look on the bright side, she might realise her mistake and ditch me. Giving me a real reason to wallow in self-pity.

On a brighter note, I caught a television program called Elvis - Return to Tuplo, the other day. Man I forgot how great he was! The boy could sing and he could move. Forget about all that talent show crap that is in the charts today and check out vintage Elvis in 1956. No Echoplex Harmonisers or Lexicon Reverbs then. Just the voice and the microphone. I know it is popular to slate Elvis now and say he stole black music but John Lennon said it best, "before Elvis, there was nothing".