I have finally decided to abandon spending my days shuffling paper for eight hours while furtively visiting the same five websites, over and over, in a ever decreasing cycle. I cannot spend my entire life metaphorically dining out on the belief that I have the ability to actually achieve something tangible and worthwhile, something that might have an impact, while all the time lulling myself into a state of inaction through the reassurence of a well developed theory entitled 'it'll just happen eventually'.
It probably won't.
So I am leaving the world of the post-university meander and attempting to find THE POINT. Quite what starting a blog has to do with THE POINT I am not sure, but at least it will let me write about 'stuff', a skill which I fear I have left out rotting with the leaves while I honed my admittedly killer general administration technique.
The 'stuff' will, I predict, centre around the holy triumvirate of politics, music and football. Maybe a bit of 'women/beer/motors/don'texpecthelponathursday' on the side too, for I am naturally but a slave to the 18-24 male demographic. Aren't we all.
Anyway, should anyone actually read this, please feel free to shout me down. The best bit about argument is the long climb down from vitriolic rant to considered opinion, and the complicit obsequiousness of the lone monitor and keyboard is not really conducive to that. I need correction as well as direction. Maybe you can't have one without the other.
Or maybe they just rhyme.
PS. The title of this blog is from a line in a TV On The Radio song. They're probably the most important band (if a band can be classed as important, which I think it can) out there at the moment. And more significantly, they are fucking awesome.
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