The Importance of Being Idle

Arctic Monkeys

Yesterday was a real bust, which is why I didn't post anything, I was just feeling too misrable.
I'd got my new car, a lovely late spring day, and could I find a playmate? Could I bollocks. That just made me all grumpy for pretty much the whole day.
Today hasn't been a lot better, but I forwent the need for playmates and just went driving anyway. Its been a long time since I've done that, since I've enjoyed the sensation of driving so much that I'd do it just for the sake of it, and I know I'm probably making my car sound like some kind of sports car and it most certainly isn't that. It's just a decent little car thats well put together and a pleasure to drive. Plus I listened to Athlete while I was driving. That was good.
TV has reached its usual annual low with the return of Big Brother to our screens. I know television hit a new and unexpected low with Celebrity Love Island a couple of weeks back (which incidentally DOESN'T show it when the celebs do make out, which surely defeats the whole point...), but with Big Brother there is something so wrong, so soul destroying, so indicative of the sickness at the heart of our society... I don't even know where I'm going with this. I suppose its the fact that BB is just an extended train wreck of a show, watching a bunch of self-important, shallow, opinionated, lowest common denominator morons exposing themselves, their prejudices and their ignorance for public entertainment... It's like deriving entertainment from watching drunks fighting in the street, which is essentially what the show has become. Whats even worse is that these people want us to be watching them so convinced are they of their inherent self-worth. God, I hate it and what it says about us as a nation.
In happy thoughts, I urge you all to check out a band called Arctic Monkeys, who are currently rocking my world. They played a gig in Northampton just last Wednesday, which was unfortunate cos I didn't hear of them until Friday. I'd suggest the tracks Bigger Boys, or Fake Tales of San Franciscom but really anything is good. They're so young too! If I wasn't so impressed I'd be bloody irritated by them.
Okay as I seem to be in something of a grumpy and bitter place this evening, I'm gonna go and do.... whatever it is I'm going to do.

posted by BadMonkey @ 9:14 PM