I'll Give You yours, I Won't Take Mine

Where to start, where to start… Firstly, last night provided the definitive understanding in where my pulling technique has gone wrong. Within one song I had danced / conversed with about seven girls, but had no chance or didn’t want to try it on with my friends, for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons. Around all these girls people probably either think I’m a slag or that I’m actually seeing one of my friends, thus develop no interest. Question: how do you solve this politely? Answer: I have no idea.

As part of my fitness resolution I have given up alcohol for several reasons. A) To prove I’m not dependent on the stuff. B) To analyse the cost benefits. C) To observe any health benefits. Initially I though being sober would suck-ass but it’s pretty much as fun as drunken nights out, but you spend less and remember more. I have also changed the ol’ diet eradicating almost all traces of unhealthy food. Mackerel, kiwis, dark chocolate and sweet potatoes are immediate highlights.

Everything else is the same at the moment: trying harder at university, working out more, saving money, playing guitar more and so on. There’s much anxiety in the air regarding the pending exam results, although I studied so hard (probably in the top 10% for both exams) on reflection I utterly ruined both papers under exam stress, needles to say I’m pretty indifferent about these results.

Today’s rant is about the – lack of – manners in the young people who make up the local music scene these days. Yesterday in Drummonds I got pushed (hard), stood on, ignored, hassled and offended by hundreds of little shits who think that takin’ photos for myspace and talking to their friends scattered around the venue is the essence of a good local gig; what a bunch of gimps.

The last talking point of today is how brilliantly domestic abuse is satirised on the television these days. Ingredients: 1 petite, vulnerable and innocent looking polite female; 1 drunk, overpowering and aggressive Glaswegian Stella drinker; some everyday scenarios completely tarnished by the abusive male. What a crock of shit, I don’t think they’ve ever touched on the fact that there’s as many male victims and female. “Expect me to eat this” and “You look a state” being my favourite quotes from these adverts.