#PERSONAL#

Hey, I always say that there's nothing wrong with a personal touch, providing they don't notice you doing it and call the police.
NAME: Me
AGE: 21 (oh my god I'm almost dead already)
OCCUPATION: in blissful denial of the world of work
PREVIOUS CONVICTIONS: they never caught me, guv
FAVOURITE RECORD: oh, fuck off, I mean who asks these stupid questions? Okay, I am, but that's not the point.
FAVOURITE FOOD: Curry, but not in a lager-and-vomit type way, for I am a croissant of curries, oh yes.
FAVOURITE COLOUR: the deep, evil blackness of night. Or green, it depends.
FAVOURITE WEBSITE: No.

Well, that was pretty boring. So now I'm going to do my own version of NME's 'On the Couch' feature, where instead of actually interviewing musicians about, y'know, music, they just ask them a load of stupid questions about cooking. What a great idea!

What song describes you best?
'Helicon#1' by Mogwai gets pretty close because it's really quiet, but has bits which are very loud and distorted, and this resembles my life, if not myself exactly.

What is heaven?
This is probably very shallow of me, but I suspect the heaven is a place where all your favourite TV programs are always on.

What is hell?
Well, if that's heaven, then I suppose hell must be a place where they always cancel your favourite TV programs because of the bloody cricket. Yes, it appears I am shallow, but then at least I'm honest about it. Alternatively, hell is the place where you lose your contact lenses, and are forced to search for them for enternity.

What is your earliest memory?
Of eating weetabix, and my dad coming home and me thinking he was the gas man or something.

What is your greatest fear?
That I'll never find love. Oh, and death, that too.

Who is your all time hero?
I don't go in for hero worship, although I always felt an affinity with Ghandi. Quite possibly only because he was thin and wore glasses, but that's beside the point.

Who was the first love of your life?
A girl called Helen who spent a lot of time on top of me during judo practice. Sadly I was only about 10 and therefore not fully equipped to enjoy the experience. Actually, no I'm lying, I was about 12 and loved every minute of it. Especially the biting. But we won't get into that.

What's the worst trouble you've been in?
Probably being late for nearly all of my exams. All the time. For some reason, I just can't get there early.

What is your greatest talent?
Probably writing, I'm not much good at anything else. Well, not much else except maybe drawing and making dissonant shrieking noises with an electric guitar. I also do a pretty good impression of Jimmy Stewart, although not in front of other people.

Upon whom would you most like to exact revenge? Why and how?
They are so numerous... but I suppose I could force certain people in the popular music industry to listen to, say, Mogwai at a volume which would deafen them for life. Although then again it's often said you don't need ears to work in the popular music industry.

What's your most treasured possession?
I'm not a very material person. Although I think I'd be a bit pissed if I lost my credit card. And I'm starting to get quite attached to my Indian-made copy of a Fender Mustang, even though all the buttons keep falling off and the low E string never stays in tune.

What's the best piece of advice you've received?
In order to receive advice you must first listen to the sort of people who like 'advising' you. I don't. Failing that, probably something along the lines of  'It helps if you plug it in first'.

What have you most regretted doing while drunk?
I once threw up on the floor in a pub after downing a pint, but it was middle of the afternoon, so it didn't look good.

If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?
Steal things, obviously.

If you had three wishes, what would they be?
That I could communicate in any language, that I could get a decent publishing deal, and that animals could talk. Although not all the time, that would be freaky.

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ROOM 101
Ah yes, Room 101. The BBC's program where usually very boring minor celebrities choose predicable things which to put into their own personal chamber of horrors,  Room 101. This is my own version of it; I can't remember exactly how many you're supposed to choose, so I've just added to it gradually. Actually it's getting a bit too long now... But as they say you can learn more about a person from what they dislike than what they like, well, then after reading this you'd probably know more about me than I do.

Nostalgia
Some people seem to be under the illusion that if something is old, it is therefore better. Quite clearly this is nonsense; equally nonsense is the commonly-held view, by all people over 40, that you could 'always leave you doors unlocked in the old days and no one steal anything'. Obviously, what actually happened is that the burglars just went in and nicked your stuff, whereas now they have to break in first. The past wasn't better than the present, and at best it was only more or less the same. People who ramble on about how safe and clean and moral it was in the past, generally tactically forget certain minor factors, like the two world wars.
Daddylonglegs
Otherwise known as the crane fly, these are a particularly horrible and incredibly pointless family of insects. In the their fly state they live for only one day, in which time they have to breed, because otherwise they starve to death, not having a mouth or any digestive system. They also think that lightbulbs are the moon, which is fair enough except when you considering they keep flying into the moon rather than just navigating by it, like they're supposed to. They're incredibly spindly, and break into pieces when you so much as brush against them. I don't dislike really any other species of insect, but these are just evil as much as they are idiotic.
'Comedy' Records
The main problem I have with these is that they really aren't at all funny, or at best they're funny once, then never again. My general belief is that if you can't take your music seriously, then you should just fuck off and do something else. The worst thing is that in Britain we have an inexplicable love of these talentless pieces of recorded shite, and frequently buy enough of them to get them into the top 10.
At this point I would like to make the distinction between comedy records, and records which are humorous. The main difference is that comedy records are NOT FUNNY, whereas humorous records are. Take Half Man Half Biscuit, bits of Pavement, Kid Koala or the Blue Jam album as good examples of humorous records.
Socks
WHY? I'm not one of those people who wander around barefoot, or in sandals, but there's something very frustrating about socks; there are always mornings when no matter what I do, I can't quite get the heel of the sock lined up with the heel of my foot, so I have to spend several minutes faffing about, trying to reposition them. Simply, they are evil, and should be replaced by something more sensible.
The concept of the guitar solo
Look up 'solo' in the dictionary and it says something about it being the musician showing how good he is. Great. So not actually music, then, but rather just showing off. I don't think there's any room for the guitar solo in a civilized society. I'm talking to you, J Mascis. Stop it. Now.
Dubbed laughter in sitcoms
I'm not against laughing in sitcoms, because after all the sitcom is just the TV version of the comedy play, and laughing from AN AUDIENCE is natural. A load of crappy recorded stuff is not. It's always easy to tell when the laugher is dubbed or not, because if it's live, the performers have to stop on occasion while the audience compose themselves (see any episode of 'Fraiser' for an example of this). But sadly often it's the case that laughter is recorder afterwards, and quite frankly I think this is mental. Many TV series ('League of Gentlemen', for example) would be much much better without the laughter. Equally, though, the audience can be really irritating; for example I despise the way American audiences start whooping like baboons whenever some minor starlet makes a guest appearance in 'Friends'. I makes me feel very odd, because quite frequently I have no fucking idea who the guest actor actually is.
Underwater things especially sharks/whales etc.
Thanks to my parent's liberal ideas of parenting, I was shown 'Jaws' at the age of about 5. Since which, I'm completely incapable of swimming in deep seawater and am utterly terrified of sharks, or even more benign creatures such as whales and so on. Dolphins I can handle, but anything big moving underwater really freaks me out, and I find a wildlife documentary on the habits of the blue whale more frightening than any suspense horror.
Musicals
There's something subtly wrong about musicals. Though it's true that the Bollywood musical is entertaining, the same cannot be said about anything made by Hollywood. Their hideous twee campness makes me physically ill. The only exception to this rule is the excellent 'Rocky Horror Picture Show', but that's much more perverse than is the norm. I'm not opposed to singing in movies entirely, just in musicals.
Loud music in pubs
If you ever watch anything on TV or in the movies, people seem to be capable of talking in their normal voice, perfectly audibly, in loud pubs or clubs. This is bollocks. The sad truth is that in noisy pubs, no one really talks much, because no one can hear what's being said or make themselves understood. The only reason the place doesn't seem deathly quiet is because, yes, the music is so fucking loud. People don't go to loud pubs to talk, they go there so people won't know they aren't talking. I, on the other hand, find it nearly impossible to talk over loud music, and thus prefer places where I can actually be understood. But I'm odd like that.
Beauty contests, esp. child beauty pageants
According to a recent (crappy tabloidy) BBC series, beauty is measurable, and anyone who doesn't measure up cannot be considered beautiful. Which is a bit like Nazism, if you ask me. But anyway, everyone who isn't an idiot scientist knows that beauty doesn't come from some total perfection, but from the imperfections, but these imperfections are only beautiful to certain people. So, beauty contests, ala Miss World, are a bit stupid. Rather like the contestants, actually.
But though these kind of soft-porn events are crap, that's nothing to the great paean to paedophillia that is the child beauty pageant. Ever wanted to really steal someone's childhood away from them? Well, then put them in makeup and teach them to act like an adult to win prizes! Yay. Not only do these kind of events produce the most annoying children in the world, they also take away the unselfconscious aspect which is at the heart of childhood; when you're a kid, you don't care about how you look so much, so forcing children to become obsessed with their appearance is just sick and wrong. Any parent who puts their child through this process robs them of the most carefree years of their life. Which isn't nice.
Old women wearing makeup
I'm not strictly sure why this annoys me so much, but let's face it; old women wearing makeup is just horrible. Old women who wear the same makeup they did when they were 20 make themselves look older, rather than younger. And really hideous, too.
Stereotypical theme music
This sounds odd. But here's what I mean; often in old films when certain stereotypical characters appear they use 'theme music' for them to show that they're open to ridicule. Take the little 'chinese' thing (which sounds like the start of 'Kung Fu Fighting') which gets played whenever someone oriental appears. Or there's a sort of parping horn sound when a fat person comes into the story. There're other less obvious ones; some vaguely lounge-jazzy stuff plays to signify that such a woman is sexy. Most national stereotypes have their own music; organs going DUN-DUN-DERRR for anyone Romanian or vaguely Eastern European to signify they're a bit like Dracula and therefore 'scary'. There have even been 'jungle' bongos for a black person, to signify how 'savage' they are.
Obviously today these aren't used as much, but that's not to say they aren't. They just annoy me, and the only thing they signify is that the filmmakers are wankers, and incapable of thinking up any jokes of their own, so they just use a few crude national, racial and social stereotypes.
People who whine about the English language being 'corrupted'
Of all things this is the one which actually has to potential of getting me swearing at people to their face. Those who go on about how English is being corrupted by regional accents or by informalities, abbreviations, jargon or 'foreign words' are quite possibly the most stupid people on this planet. After the people who invented socks, obviously. Anyway the English language is a mongrel comprised of several hundred other languages, and has never been 'pure'.
Equally THERE IS NO 'NEUTRAL' ACCENT. The so-called 'BBC English', or received pronunciation, is just an accent which has happened to have gained popularity, due to the printing press being developed by Caxton, who came from the South East of England. If he'd come from Bolton, we'd all think Boltonese was 'normal'. Caxton and friends uniformed the spelling, in such a way that words were spelt in a SE England way; thus creating the illusion that they should be pronounced that way.
The English language has become the most spoken second language worldwide because of it's assimilation of other languages. That's why I'm glad I speak English, but it's also why I find people complaining about the language evolving extremely annoying. It's a language. New words are added, and old words take on new meanings.
Unnecessarily long books
One of the disadvantage of doing an English degree is that you have to read things you wouldn't otherwise want to. I don't dislike long books on principle; but I think it's true that you can pretty much always say in 250 pages what certain authors (hello, D H Lawrence and Charles Dickens) do in 500. It's not fun reading books when they just go on like that; it serves very little purpose except to really piss off English students. 'A la Recherche de la Temps Perdu'? Fuck it, that's what I say. Length does not signify quality.
 
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