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kit001 — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 10:33:29 +0000

©Nick Hider

Yesterday I was saddened to hear the news that Alex Chilton of Big Star and Box Tops fame had passed away from a suspected heart attack in New Orleans on Wednesday.
I was lucky enough to see him (and Big Star) at the Astoria, in London, a few years ago, another place sadly no longer with us. I remember seeing him sat to the side of the stage, waiting to go on after the Posies, with a beaming smile on his face, and a cigarette in his hand, an image that will remain etched in my memory forever.
Like his talented band mate Chris Bell, who I played constantly whilst growing up, Alex was taken from us far too soon.

“Alex Chilton was the most unfamous famous songwriter” (Justin Rutledge, Canadian singer-songwriter)

RIP Alex Chilton December 28, 1950 – March 17, 2010

Robin Hood Tax

kit001 — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 01:01:52 +0000

I got sent this link about the Robin Hood Tax.

Great video – which invigorates you into thinking that the tax will do something about the money that was lent out of public coffers in the ‘great bail out’ of 2009 and will some way be seen to be paying it back in an incremental manner, which until now, a bean of which has not been seen! And will also to a degree make the exorbitant bonuses and wages, that they will yet again (Barclays!) pay out, a less bitter pill for the public to swallow.
What it gets me thinking about though is how the large banking conglomerates will try to wriggle out of it? The most glaringly obvious is that they will move operations abroad thus taking away revenue from our financial services market (which is all we are known for ‘producing’ now) into our economy and then all the money used to bail out banks, Barclays included, will have amounted to nothing and we might as well have pissed £37bn (or however large the incomprehensible figure was) up against the wall, while snorting coke off gold plated hookers’ arses!
You think that cohesive international policy would make such a tax internationally implementable? No – because no one trusts anybody else in this big old world and like in every free market, one will try to undercut the next. Therefore, though this would be an ideal solution to a public spending ‘black hole’ – it ain’t gonna happen guys…

What a Shit Week!

kit001 — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 18:50:37 +0000

It’s only Tuesday. So far I have had to fish out a dead rat from behind my fridge. It had been dead for a while. It had obviously decided to steal a rather large chunky portion of butter (I found the remnants of that too). Which fell down the back of the fridge between the radiator and the back and he decided to follow it down, where he got wedged in obviously. The trouble was the fat bastard croaked it down there – Don’t know how long he had been down there for sufficed to say he was soft and adequately smelly. What a big bugger too! He would have made a hat to make Davy Crockett jealous albeit a bit of a fishy smelling one. So, there I was with an old cricket stump and a screwdriver to try and prize him out – which I successfully did in the end with a pair of secateurs and brute force.

Bastard! The cheek of him to first eat my butter and then die down the back of my fridge because he was too greedy to say “You know what… If I go down there I ain’t getting out, so I think I’ll leave it”.

After that, today I had to go to the Job Centre – you all know how I feel about that, say no more! Then go to my new dentist (my last one died) for a root canal treatment. Now, if you haven’t had one of these – lucky you! If you have you know what I am talking about. So donning a pair of shades (at my dentist’s request) that made me look like a poor imitation of Ray Charles I spent 45 mins in the chair while she drilled, stuck things, sprayed things, drilled more things, poked things of what seemed to be interminable length into this tooth. Finally, she put in a temporary filling and said “See you in two weeks”, with an unexplainable enthusiasm.

The anaesthetic is wearing off and I am pissed off! Up the pub methinks…

CLASH – A Different Kind of Night Out

kit001 — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 02:23:14 +0000

Well it is now time for me to broaden my horizons. I have decided to enter the foray of promoting my own night (slightly nicking the idea of doing an iPod Battle). Myself and three friends decided that after entering Peanut Butter Soundclash (we went out in the first round – but had loads of fun!) towards the end of last year, we would do one ourselves. It is called C*L*A*S*H. Nicking the format from the Official Redbull Soundclash (though ours is no way gonna be as big with the likes of Sinden, Girlcore, Shitting Fists etc etc). We just thought it would be a bit of fun. Get people involved in a night, where they decide who is the king of the MP3 player.

Finally, after much begging, cajoling, bribing and arse kissing we managed to fill our quota of eight teams to battle it out to be ‘Kings and/or Queens of C*L*A*S*H’. We also found a larger than life host comedian, film maker, musician and performance poet- Big Rich. We hope that it is going to be as fun as we intended it to be – I know, I know, it’s a school night, and yes you all have proper jobs to go to the next day! We thought we would start small by having it upstairs at the Kings Cross Social Club – a pub run by lovely people who are giving us the venue for free.

Like most things like this it’ll be loads of work for very little ‘reward’, but the intention is to put a smile on peoples’ faces and produce a night of fun which it will be! (Reward enough methinks!)

If you fancy coming down and whooping at your faves and booing off the bad tunes, click the flyer below (FB link) and come join us! (It’s FREE!)

Happy New Year…

kit001 — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 15:04:23 +0000

and all that bollocks. Yes, I am my normal cheery self again! TV is shitter than it was at Christmas. The weather is shitter than it was at Christmas and everyone is more depressed than they were at Christmas. Brilliant!

I got an interview at the Job(less) Centre this afternoon (oh the irony!), because I been out of work for three months now. Wow, time flies when you’re having fun eh? It’ll probably go something like this:

Them: “Still unemployed?”

Me: “Yes.”

Etc etc. I mean I could go on but it would be fucking boring and you will be bored a bit like me when I go in to see those people later on. It is hard to see what purpose they serve to someone in my position. Who advertises their vacancies at the Job Centre? You can’t even get a shit job through the damn place. Wetherspoons maybe would advertise there, what discernable skill is needed there? The ability to stop alcoholic tramps if they get offended enough to get out their seats and attempt to create a commotion or mop up their piss when they left going to the disabled toilet too long.

I digress; the Job Centre does not have the skills or resources in order to find me a job, or anyone really for that matter. I mean these are the people that can only listen to me dictate two numbers from my National Insurance number at a time, the one time I attempted three, we had to start the whole process again. I should have learnt that through past experience – silly me!

Here’s to a less shit new year!

Tiger Woods Phonecall REMIX – Hold Tight!!

kit001 — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:32:44 +0000

Topical and In Effect!

I came across this on the Mad Decent Blog and thought this is jokes
- Is by Tasc on the Spaceballers blog here: Space Ballin and made me laugh…

Tiger, Tiger Fever – is getting infectious!!

Tasc-Tigers Transgression by Tasc

And for those of you prefer a slow jam, there’s this…

One of the funniest things…

kit001 — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:51:10 +0000

I think I read on Facebook, written by someone I know and not even intentionally funny, just my filthy mind!
“please don’t make me laugh-it hurts! although probably not as much as riding Warrior bareback!”

By the way the girl who wrote it is a horse rider and Warrior is a horse – at least I think he is… I hope he is! Crikey! Or it’s someone off of Gladiators!

It was followed up by this…

“next time try DJ in canter- bareback- great!”

Again DJ is a horse or else Westwood’s been getting about again – ohhhhh no!

Sitting up now…

kit001 — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:24:42 +0000

four and a half hours before my dreaded bi-weekly, insufferable probing from either the crazy Italian, “donta worry itsa getting betta” or some pimple faced twerp sat behind a desk with his footballers tie on, signing on day is upon me! The day where I can show them up the good old Job Centre how many jobs I have applied for and how many people haven’t responded to me. It has gotten me thinking.
You remember the guy in the Shawshank Redemption, Brooks I think he was called. Fifty odd years behind the door and then he gets let out. He writes the guys back in the clink that he’s tired of being constantly afraid – and then hangs himself. The safest or best place he knew was where most people dread going.

I spent a loooong time in university. I have had a few sabbaticals in that time, jaunts off to a foreign country to work. I have been in or in between courses in university for so long that the world outside of university does not feel real anymore. Now that I haven’t ever got to go back to university or school or study, I am stuck in a prison of reality, lost, not knowing what I am doing… Bummer!

‘Micropores’ – Come again

kit001 — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:14:33 +0000

Is it just me or are toothpaste manufacturers really taking the piss? So we all now have porous teeth, which we can plug with this new toothpaste that acts a barrier against hot and cold. If your teeth hurt that much – go to the fucking dentist, instead of living with the pain and misery associated by the general public with seeing a glass of ice cold water. Shit, I know in some countries they swear by cleaning your teeth with ash from the cooking fire and use chewed, softened sticks as brushes. They’re teeth look mighty fine and WHITE to me. They don’t spend a penny on toothpaste or whitening their teeth. Lucky fuckers. But “eeeew, that’s disgusting, ash?!?” I hear you say “I ain’t putting that crap in my mouth!”, ok, well put those chemicals, that I am not too proud to admit I (and therefore probably you) know very little about, in your gob instead! Is there no lengths people will not go to in order to sell you more of their ‘new and improved’ product. If it is new and improved then why are you still selling me the less new and less improved stuff you had before?

The other one is sluggishness, especially in women. Do you feel sluggish? Bloated? Fucking hell if women felt as bloated as these adverts purport then I should be avoiding a barrage of loads of gas bag women bouncing down the road at me. Like a real life game of Rollerball. Of course you feel sluggish, man or woman, because the world expects so much of you. Working long hours for little reward in most cases, you’re not sluggish your tired and run down. If the sluggishness and bloatedness adverts carry on with the scare mongering about your teeth, they’ll be telling us that if we do not do anything about people will be exploding in McDonalds as they chow down a high red meat content meal a la Mr. Creosote in Monty Python’s Meaning of Life…

CV… AGAIN!!

kit001 — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 22:36:26 +0000

So, after talking to a friend of mine the other day, I made it “more punchy”. Edited it down from the twelve pages I had before to the now rather lonely two, creaking under the weight of high impact images and succinct punchy text. Small gimmicky and manageable, bit like life in the modern age. You know the kind you can print out double sided and fold up into a neat pamphlet for ease of exploration. I mean are we really dumbing down that much? Can someone really not handle more than two pages of information in one sitting? Is that the benchmark of attention that possible employers have before they fall consumed by their comfy leather director’s chair into unimaginable boredom? If that is the case, then we and (me in particular) are fucked…

(By the way, I didn’t use the book below)