YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never felt so well
[nothing else is right]

Pain...
You know you're right.

I´m so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming, soon begins to melt
[nothing else is right]
Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
Nothing was put into this
I always knew it'll come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt so well
Pain...
You know you're right
You know your rights
You know you're right...

Milk and Cookies

Today, the Zinc Wang Award is jointly awarded to the following :

*Teena - for a very well-fought, well-taught Honours victory. Hurrah!! Go to the top of the class, young lady.
*Adam, son of Adam - for finally getting his masterful erotic treatise: Dolphins and the Art of Underwater Love published.
(I am sure that a career as a meticulous, but frustrated, purveyor of quality scientific/adult literature now awaits.)

Well done to both.

Stay tuned for more winners in five years time.

A Pledge

'I, Yngwee L. Nebucadnezzar, being of sound mind and monkey, hereby agree to write one song per day for the next 30 (thirty) days.
I will, in the words of the Tenacious D, Rock your Socks (off).'

Amen to that.

'RAIN DOWN, RAIN DOWN ON ME...FROM A GREAT HEIGHT, FROM A GREAT HEIGHT'


Okay, this isn't nice.

Last night, after James and I successfully defused a potentially fatal boil-over between Darren and Louis, we decided to go downstairs to the bar with Darren and have a few drinks to cool things off. (To be honest, a drink was the last thing Darren needed, but it was neccessary to separate the both of them.)

After about two hours drinking and chatting, I paid my rent at the bar and we exited via the side door onto the street. Just a brief couple of paces to the left is the door that leads upstairs to the hostel. The three of us were about to go inside when I heard a 'spattering' noise on the pavement just behind me. "Ah," I thought. "Somebody in the hostel lounge is squirting water at us! Playing silly buggers." Some of it wet the side of my face. "Right, let's see who it is!" Much to our surprise, the stream was not coming from our second floor lodgings, but from the third level. The third level!
And this was not water. Not beer. Not wine, no! Was it apple juice? Ah shit, it's piss...

Behold - framed by the window - a completely naked slap-headed monkey-brained fuck-knuckle using the street where we were standing as his ensuite. Nice one, buddy. We proceeded (well I know I did) to hurl abuse at the offender, but he ignored us and stoically continued doing his business for a good minute more. Freak!!!
Once done, he closed window, turned light off and went to bed again. Dodging the flood, we went upstairs. Darren went another flight up and proceeded to abuse the urinator's hapless girlfriend. (The Urinator himself never came out of his room - letting his woman take the shit. Nice one.) What a guy.