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Sod your opaque oblivionism

Everything is going to turn out just fine.

Peter Bill Timson
24 February 1985
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Here I am again, a third message to say I'm even further into the future now. This entire thing is me from the past, who I'm a lot like now, except a bit different.

This is the second message I've written to say this was all written absolutely bloody proper bloody loads of ages ago. In the time that has passed, I have grown twenty-seven beards. This is future Peter, corresponding from the dystopian nightmare of May 2010. Moneygeddon has struck. The Prime Minister is an Oxbridge foetus. The Twee Musician Icelandic Alliance continues to hold the world to ransom with their diabolical Easyjet flight grounding volcanic ash triggering machinations (presumably).

I wrote the information below ages ago. I can't be bothered writing something else to replace it with, because I'm drinking tea and playing bass.

Peep show translation: I wrote the information below ages ago. I literally can't be bothered writing something else to replace it with, because I'm drinking tea and watching porn.


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The interests below are a rather broad mish mash of things I decided to type in from time to time for whatever reason and are by no means the be all and end all of things I do/like/say/talk bollocks about, or at all representative of who I am. Quite the opposite in fact, a lot of it is nonsensical bollocks.

This journal was originally set up to take the piss out of things or even people for whatever reason. Then I started prattling on about crisp sandwiches and championship manager 01/02 for 26,000 paragraphs for whatever reason. I've talked some utter fucking time wasting bollocks on this, and sometimes I do need to remind myself that this is bloody livejournal, the hub of 21st Century Sad. We should be out in the sun playing a game of heads n' volley, kicking the teeth out of weaker children and generally being good ol' British little shits. But I'm not. I'm inside sucking the life out of superking light after superking light in a seeimingly endless endevouring struggle to figure out all the guitar solos on generation terrorists on a 3-string bass guitar while the harmonica is in the wash.

I'd make a list of all my friends with a little comment next to their names but it's 4am and I can't be bothered.

"Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
And maybe knowing isn't the point.
Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything"
a nice brew, adam and joe, agnosticism, akira the don, alcohol, anticipating paul mccartney's assasination, apatt, aphex twin, architecture in helsinki, beer, beethoven, bill baily, bill hicks, black books, blackadder, blonde redhead, bollockism, brute forsyth, buzzcocks, calling chelsea cunts, capitalism, chris morris, christopher hitchens, chuck palahniuk, cigarettes, comedy, daisy chainsaw, day in day out, dead kennedys, despising love songs, dj scotch eggs, doctor who, dying with decent music, echo and the bunnymen, eels, einstürzende neubauten, etc, father ted, fight club, films, filthy musos, fly pan am, fortean times, free palestine, george orwell, gigs, godspeed you black emperor, guitars, happiness, herman the tosser, heroin, hypocrisy, ian curtis, interpol, j.g. ballard, joanna newsom, john congleton, john cooper clarke, john king, john lydon, johnny cash, joy division, l7, lf fucking c, liberalism, literature, liverpool football club, magnolia, mark steel, mc pitman, mfi homesale anarchy, michael moore, misanthropic humanism, modern history, monkey dust, morrissey, mugstar, murder mile, my bloody valentine, my mixing stick, new order, new ways of living, nin, noam chomsky, non-golf, non-kasabian, non-vampires, nuclear proliferation, ny times, oliver holt, painfully shy escapologists, paulo coehlo, peace one day, peter cook, pj harvey, plastering, playing gigs, politics, public enemy, public image ltd, pulp, radiohead, reading, red wine, revolution, richard cheese, ronnie o'sullivan, sadness, satire, sellafield picnic, shellac, siekiera, simon pegg, siouxsie and the banshees, sir arthur-streeb greebling, sleep, socialism, sociology, sonic youth, spaced, stargate sg-1, steve coogan, stevie g laaa, stig, straight outta clapton, superking lights, t-t-t-totally wired, the arcade fire, the cure, the day today, the doors, the fall, the footeh, the go! team, the little oxford dictionary, the paper chase, the rapture, the sex pistols, the smiths, the sopranos, the young ones, tony benn, trailor park boys, vinny peculiar, vodka, william burroughs, withnail and i, writing, yann tiersen, yo la tango