As my blistered fingers pluck broken strings.

Hours spent, but not
paid for. Who'd buy them?
Nobody, which is what
it's all about because
Nobody's here, and he's
keeping quiet, so I
wouldn't count on him -
buying some of your time.

Is the guitar even tuned?
Who knows, sounds nice,
pulling on those wires,
alone, for a few hours.
And then you look at the
time and it means nothing.
Because time is relative
and what's the point of looking
at it when you have nothing
to be late for?

Sensitive?

If I go blind, I won't be
getting pissy at blind jokes,
even if I can't literally see
the funny side. If it's a hoax
laugh at yourself don't rage
at those who wanted to laugh
at your expense, a name on a page
but you laugh back and you
don't have the last laugh:
you share it.

Jordan's Big Day Out!

Well I haven't done much lately except raised ChigacoTown's stock levels by 4, so today I thought it was time to sort my life out. As I hadn't slept the night before I was up this morning at 6:30; 14 hours sleep is nice, resulting back pain: not so much.

Anyway, had my Bran Flakes, waited a couple of hours, then set off for a nice jog to Hartshead Pike. For those not aware of local geographical points of Ashton, HP (Hartshead Pike, duh) is one of the highest if not the highest. It's also around 2-4 miles away from my house. Today is also absolutely molten. None of these factors did I consider when I left my house.

There's a bit in Black Hawk Down where they're sprinting to a safe area after spending the whole night fighting off the city, and they're being sick and collapsing and stuff. Well that was me. It took me 38 minutes to get to the place, by which point I was knackered, first time I've done any exercise in a month. Had a nice sit at the top though, in the shade, then tried to run back.


Deceptively dark view above.


My feet started bleeding about 1 minute after setting off, carried on for a bit until when I finally did stop I had to ball my toes to stop my trainers eating them. Anyway, had a shower, got clean, had a couple of chicken kievs and crumpets, wrote my CV and dispatched it to the appropriate parties and helped my dad rip apart more of the decorating as he's well into his latest refurbishing of the house, as he's lost his job.

And that's me here, waking up when I usually sleep and as usual wishing for a downpour. I'd like to give a big shoutout to Niki...a huge prestige, especially on this highly established and well known blog. She'll no doubt have come at the mere elevation to fame and be changing her pants before I can say

laters.
JW