Monday, October 31, 2005

Italia!

A while back now I went to Italy for an ex work colleague visa expiration party. Probably not something I'll get to do very often. I took my cousin with me. We were going to meet up with my pals in Milan but they never got back to me. Mazzo di ragazzi pazzi senza cazzi!

Saturday
Drunken dinner (Rose Rosa) and party with an Australian family in Bologna

Sunday
Pilgrimage up a hill to a church (how very medieval) on a 3.6 km arcade and another drunken dinner

Monday
Sightseeing (Bologna sadly underrated in my opinion)
Torre (amazing views) , Basilica, Metropolitana, Chiese di San Stefano, Musei di Palazzo Poggi
Great dinner and then the English Empire pub

Tuesday
Train to Venice - stayed in the Hotel Ateneo, between San Marco and the Accademia

Wednesday
San Marco, Doge's Palace, Campanile and Accademia

Thursday
Back to Bologna for Lunch and then home (damn)

Mud in the taste

While I dance in the gutter, I feel at home
And I play with the guttural sounds, alone
They stare as I mutter, all meaningless
All caked in mud, the pain, the waste

Stripping away the layers of lies
I stand stark naked and undisguised
But what am I left with?
What am I without the lies?

Now I freak in the gutter, shrieking hate
Nothing but a guttural apostate
Is there truth in the mutterings I create?
Or just mud in the sound and in the taste?

Now I am naked I realise
That to be unclothed is not to be wise
But what are we left with?
What are we without the lies?

I'm still in the gutter and I'm unsure
If I've heard all these guttural words before
If to be clean doesn't matter any more
If to be pure of mud is to be chaste

Have they been heard, my cries?
Have my truths been synthesised?
What is the world left with?
What is the world without the lies?

Victoria line 30/10/05

Friday, October 07, 2005

The panto Dames dress


The panto Dames dress
Originally uploaded by Dark Hunter.
More pictures of ColostomyBag emerge. This time they are seen in shock after the surprise resignation of Aggro.

Nitro, who informed us that he will be taking on Aggro's role in the band, told us that he was "well gutted" and "right f*cked up" by his former friend's decision, as he adjusted his hair.

"I'm not sure how we'll cope, but we managed after Sancho got run over by a replica PzkwIII at our D-Day re-enactment gig in '94, and after Zippo the keyboard player set his own g*nitals on fire at the Burning Man festival. ColostomyBag is bigger than any of its members", he grunted in his bestial fashion.

Kenzo seemed less alarmed, and denied that his worried look was anything to do with Aggro's departure.

"I was just concerned about the plight of the poorly educated and opressed women of the sub-Saharan region", he blagged. "I read in the Guardian only the other week that they are fed milk night and day to force them to become fat. I personally find that revolting, to the point of being physically sick. No-one wants a porker!"

Kenzo vowed that ColostomyBag's next album would highlight the problems faced by the sub-Saharan region.

A spokesman for the band's manager's wife said that the band would be taking some time out to gaze at their own navels.

"Ees a creeteecal part of theee creeateeve process", it croaked.

But despite the brave face, the band will clearly miss the creative input of Aggro. In a statement read by a small man impersonating his lawyer, nothing useful that could shed any light on the complicated situation was said.

Medical Scam


Medical Scam
Originally uploaded by lola goetz.
No-one will ever convince me that I'm wasting my time blog-surfing after I found this picture!

I can't actually believe this actually happened.