Friday, December 22, 2006


I may be presumptious in writing this, but I wanted to comment on the terrible journalism surrounding this Ipswich prostitute murder case. Specifically after the arrest of the first man, whose name I believe is Tom Stephens.

Anyway, I read in the Star, and more pointedly the Metro, their personality analysis of this man, by looking at his Myspace page. As a myspace regular, the level of ignorance here was higher than I have ever witnessed in my life. Now excuse me if I don't get the quotes exactly right, but I am little hungover and am writing from memory. The first point one of these papers made was that they highlighted that Mr Stephens was a loner who used social networking sites. He was on the site for friends and 'serious relationships'. AS IF IT WAS WHAT HE WROTE. It's an option you put down. Some people see it as a dating site. Some people go on there for a laugh to see what will happen. The picture painted was that by going on an internet social site made you a weirdo. Anyway, the next point was that they said he described himself as 'athletic'. AS IF IT WAS WHAT HE FUCKING WROTE. It's an option. They also said that he called himself 'The Bishop'. Granted, he did write this. But nowhere di he say that his name was the Bishop. His name is Tom and under the photo it says Tom. In the area where you write a quote, he put 'The Bishop' presumably because he's into said comic character.

Deep breath. It was also said that his hero is Hong kong Phooey, and it made out that this was a loner's answer, because who could possibly have a cartoon character as their hero. What irks me most about this is

a) he's now been released, probably completely innocent and their hard investigative work is in vain but most importantly

b) all the fucking Daily Mail readers (I didn't read the Daily Mail's coverage but it probably all but crucified him for ever having sex with a prostitute) now think that anyone with a Myspace page is a pervert and borderline serial killer. Jesus, you look at anyone's page and they say something stupid about themselves. If I was arrested and they looked at my page they would probably say' this man is a deranged loner who delusionally sees himself as the living embodiement of David Niven'.

It reminds me of an Eddie Izzard bit where he goes into a newsagent tv'd up asking for a packet of crisps. 'What, you eat crisps? I'd thought you wanted to shag them'.

Small mindedness pisses me off, and I have now cancelled my Daily Mail.

Saturday, December 16, 2006


Apologies if that video doesn't work too well


Not a proper post, just an excuse to put the Bloc Party video up here. Initially I thought it was rubbish, but now I really like it.

Christmas is coming. I see ITV have pulled out all the stops by showing the first Harry Potter film on Christmas Day, the same film BBC showed 2 years ago I think.

Thank god Ray didn't win the X-Factor. He really is the most odious little goblin I have ever seen in my life.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


The time has come, because it's December, there doesn't seem to be anything else being released this year and I'm ill and bored, to compile the best albums of 2006 list. This is a tricky one as the mind is usually skewed towards records released in the latter stages of the year, records which are fresh in the mind. To compensate this, I will trawl my iTunes for items added this year (and released this year too).

So in no particular order:

Brand New - The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade
The Young Knives - Voices Of Animals And Men
Rise Against - The Sufferer & The Witness
Peeping Tom - Peeping Tom
Minus The Bear - Menos El Oso (but this may have been last year)
matt pond PA - Several Arrows Later
Pearl Jam - Pearl Jam
Tool - 10,000 Days
Be Your Own Pet - Be Your Own Pet
Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not

I think that's it.

Tracks of the year is a different matter. It's far too difficult to think about that, so here are the most played songs on my iTunes that were (perhaps) released this year and are not in the album list:

Sean Lennon - Dead Meat
The Kooks - Eddie's Gun
65 Days Of Static - Radio Protector
Imogen Heap - The Walk
Audioslave - Revelations
Mogwai - Friend Of The Night
Taking Back Sunday - Spin
The All-American Rejects - Move Along
DJ Shadow - This Time (I'm Gonna Try It My Way)
Josh Rouse - It Looks Like Love

A good ten track album.

Thursday, November 30, 2006


It was the fat lesbian from the Gossip. This is wrong because it gives people the false hope that anyone can become a rock star. It is also wrong because fat people shouldn't be rock stars. Rock stars should be people we wish we were. They are better than us. They wear clothes we would never get away with. They start trends. They change our lives. I want my rock stars so high up on a pedestal that I can never dream of touching them. I want them taking drugs. I want them making music on drugs. Rock stars shouldn't be fat. If I want to see a fat person I'll watch Wife Swap or go to Chicken Cottage. How can you worship a fat person. We can all be fat. We can't all write Reptilia.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


This Wednesday sees NME publish their, quite frankly, horrible 'Cool List'. The Cool List is an excuse for NME hacks to name all the new artists before anyone else to prove they are so on the pulse, even though half of the peole they name will either be forgotten or hated by them a year later. It serves no purpose and doesn't mean they'll sell anymore records. If anything, more kids will dress like said cool people and then they'll become out of fashion even more quickly.

I can't guess who will top the list this year, but I can have a go at who will be high up the list, just by seeing the bands who always appear in NME but don't sell any records:

Kate Jackson from The Long Blondes - A band who've been at it for 4 years but had to wait for the new Britpop phase to come back again.
Faris Tosser from The Horrors - Poor.
Jarvis Cocker - Proof that if you wait long enough, people will forget your shit albums.
Noel Gallagher - He's got a Best Of out but, I quite like him, and
Albert Hammond Jr.
Pete Doherty - but he won't be number one as NME have to stop glamourising his drug use.
Lovefoxxx from CSS - She might actually be number one, if only NME had written an article on them before the Guardian did.

When I thought about this before, I had a lot more bad bands in my mind. I feel as though I've let meyself down a bit. We'll see how I get on.

I suppose after slagging a few people off, I should put my neck out and say who I think is cool. It's very subjective, but I won't apologise. So in no order:

1. Gerard Way (see last post)
2. Ryan Adams - He may be a shit half the time, but the other half makes up for that.
3. Billie Joe Armstrong - The new king of reinvention.
4. Paul McCartney circa 1966 - Turning up to record Sgt Pepper sporting the roll neck and moustache.
5. John Frusciante - Time to join the Mars Volta full time though. Leading to
6. Cedric Bixler Zavala - Great hair, even greater wailing.
7. Albert Hammond Jr - Just pipping Casablancas to coolest Stroke.
8. Cat Power (or Chan Marshall as she is) - Depression rules.
9. Chino Moreno - Even more so now get doesn't care and got fat.
10. Eddie Vedder - Integrity is the highest form of cool.

Sorry there's only one woman in there.

Anyway, we'll see how many of mine make the cut according to NME.

Oh and Jemina Pearl from Be Your Own Pet. She's great.

Monday, November 06, 2006


Gerard Way dying his hair is probably the best thing anyone has ever done. Why? Well it's quite long winded, and before we begin, let me state that I am using the word 'emo' as a style trend and not as a genre of music. I know that true emo is Fugazi or Rites Of Spring etc and not one dimensional tattooed bands like 18 Visions, but that also is part of my argument.

Ok, so Gerard Way is the Crown Prince of Emo. He has an alcoholic past, a love of horror and comics and a pasty face. And his band are fantastic. So all the emo kids look the same. They all wear cons, black jeans, maybe eyeliner, maybe finger polish. But most importantly they all have asymmetric dyed black haircuts. All of them. But they all think they are outcasts for looking different. They look different to the jocks, or townies and chavs over here. But how can they be so different when they all look the same. They say they have an identity which, in fairness, they do.

So Gerard says that he wants to detach his band from emo, whether it be the image or the music. And to do this he has chosen to cut his hair and dye it blond. And what is so brilliant about this you ask. The fact that no one, none of the emo followers can copy him. They all desperately want to, but they can't because then they would have to admit to conforming, and that is totally against what they stand for. Gerard Way has become more individual than he could possibly have hoped for. If the whole band had done it, then it would be easy for an emo kid to dye his hair, as it would then be a movement. But as it's only one person, if any kid did the same, all his neighbourly social misfits would scream 'you only did that because Gerard Way did', and they would be right. Because no one would've thought of that had he not done it.

So by the simple act of dying his hair, Gerard Way has made all the emo kids look at each other and think, Shit, we do all look the same, and maybe he will kill of the whole look.

I would like to dye my hair blond now, but fear the backlash.

Sunday, October 22, 2006


6 or so games in goal and I suffered my first proper injury. This certainly doesn't count the 'sprained' wrist from two weeks ago which really pales in comparison to today.

Got a hard knee to the side of the head, specifically the ear. Completely blacked out and I have absolutely no recollection of what happened. I then woke up and my whole body was shaking and I couldn't move. Slowly got up and then found some blood in my ear. Went to hospital (driven by Paul) and left around 4 and a half hours later. During that time I saw a nurse, a doctor and then had to have a CAT scan on my head. I sand New Slang by The Shins whilst it went on in honour of Andrew Largeman.

Thanks to all the lads for coming to the hospital and to Paul for sticking round for the whole time.

So, a very dull afternoon with a touch of excitement. My ear is now a little swollen and my jaw hurts to eat but no real damage. And because of that I didn't get to see Alfie, but apparently he was ill and a misery guts.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006


Well the first wedding of the school chums (bar David, who although invited a lot of school friends, did not go to school with us) and it was a stormer.

Alex's best man speech was outstanding. It had everyone in stiches and ended with a well deserved standing ovation at the end, albeit a roaringly drunken one. Dancing followed with much top hat wearing at jaunty angles.

Suffice to say, I got ridiculously drunk. A Southern Comfort and Lemonade before the service, then numerous glasses of champagne during photos and canopes, and then the standard Strongbow. I arived at the dinner table, quite frankly, drunk. Wine of different colours ensued.

Absolutely fantastic day. Well done to Jacko & Kate.

Friday, September 22, 2006


Name:William Hughes
Birthday:20th April
Birthplace:Frimley Park Hospital
Current Location:Brentford massive
Eye Color:Grey/green perhaps
Hair Color:Broon
Height:5' 7" and a quarter
Right Handed or Left Handed:Right handed
Your Heritage:My heritage?
The Shoes You Wore Today:The black hobnails
Your Weakness:Cider, sudokus, pretty girls
Your Fears:Baked beans, wasps, the telephone
Your Perfect Pizza:Fiorentina probably
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:Get a new job or a girlfriend
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:lol - fuck off
Thoughts First Waking Up:Is it a weekday?
Your Best Physical Feature:My manly beard
Your Bedtime:11pm if nothing's on telly
Your Most Missed Memory:How do I know what this is if it's missed?
Pepsi or Coke:Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:Neither really but McDonalds
Single or Group Dates:Any dates really.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:Ice Tea
Chocolate or Vanilla:Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee:Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:No
Do you Swear:Fuck yeah
Do you Sing:Badly
Do you Shower Daily:Yes
Have you Been in Love:I think not
Do you want to go to College:Been there
Do you want to get Married:Yes
Do you belive in yourself:I think I'm great
Do you get Motion Sickness:Not anymore
Do you think you are Attractive:In a certain light to a certain type
Are you a Health Freak:No
Do you get along with your Parents:Yes I do
Do you like Thunderstorms:Love 'em
Do you play an Instrument:I do not
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:In the past day
In the past month have you Smoked:No sir
In the past month have you been on Drugs:No sir
In the past month have you gone on a Date:Many
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:We don't have them here
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:We don't have them here
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:No, it's been too long
In the past month have you been on Stage:I was born on the stage
In the past month have you been Dumped:Sort of
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:No sir
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:Only the heart of a lady
Ever been Drunk:Does last night count
Ever been called a Tease:I don't think so
Ever been Beaten up:No
Ever Shoplifted:No
How do you want to Die:In a yachting accident
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:A man
What country would you most like to Visit:Japan
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:Blue
Favourite Hair Color:either
Short or Long Hair:short if blonde, long if dark
Height:Shorter than me
Weight:lighter than me
Best Clothing Style:Indie scruff
Number of Drugs I have taken:Types? 4
Number of CDs I own:too many 1500+
Number of Piercings:Zero
Number of Tattoos:Zero
Number of things in my Past I Regret:17 million


Tuesday, September 05, 2006


Top songs in the world right now:

1. Minus The Bear - Pachuca Sunrise
2. Be Your Own Pet - Bicycle Bicycle, You Are My Bicycle
3. Deftones - Minerva
4. The Young Knives - Part Timer
5. Audioslave - Revelations

Monday, September 04, 2006


How does the man from the BT advert (the man/son from the Robert Lindsay sitcom My Family) have so much money?

In the first of the series, he claimed that his new girlfriend had moved her and her children in overnight. Now, I don't think this is the case. If he was in a relationship with a single mother, it would have been a very big decision discussed at length between the two adults. Now, bearing in mind that this happened, and it was his house they decided they would live in, why would a bachelor of his age be living in a house that had at least two spare bedrooms for the children? His suits don't look like they are from a man who's salary is worthy of a three bedroom house. I'm guessing he lives on the outskirts of London (or at least the home counties) from his accent.

In the second, or maybe a later episode, of the series he is seen having a good relationship with one of the children. I think this must have taken a long time to get to, so he must have been in a relationship with the woman for a very long time.

In one of the most recent adverts, he is seen walking past a billboard in casual clothes before entering his house. Granted, I have only seen this once, but it did appear he was carrying nothing. Now, I don't there is really any occasion where a man would be walking towards his house empty handed on the weekend. Usually he would have his wife/girlfriend and her children with him or carrying some sort of provisions like a pint of milk or a newspaper. But if he was in a family environment, I would expect those things to be delivered to his door. I thought initially maybe he was returning from paying a paper bill, but I have decided against this, as he would have still picked something up when he was there. The only explanation is that he walking from his car, which he had to park around the corner, having dropped the children off at a friends house, or football practice or suchlike. But this can't be right as there are no cars parked out the front. Maybe he had initially gone past the house to park but there was a car there, and now he has returned the space was available. But then, surely his attention would be more on the now available parking space, cursing his rotten luck at having to park round the corner, than the billboard advertising BT latest offer?

Friday, September 01, 2006


It may have even taken this long to get over the set on Sunday night. Better set than Astoria, better than Cardiff 6 years ago.

Corduroy; Do The Evolution; Animal; Worldwide Suicide; Severed Hand; Dissident; Even Flow; Sad; I Am Mine; Jeremy; Grievance; Life Wasted Reprise; Better man; Save You; Blood; Rearviewmirror; Encore, Iron Man on Ukelele; Soon Forget; Given To Fly; Once; Crown Of Thorns; Comatose; Alive; Encore, Why Go?; Baba O'Riley; Yellow Ledbetter.

Beat that.

I wasn't really paying attention during MCR but that was quite good. As were the Kooks, although that second stage tent is massive. They should hire that out - I reckon you could get 20,000 people in there. And there was Taking Back Sunday too, but again, wasn't really paying attention. And it was daylight, and no band is good in the daylight.

The Audioslave album has been universally panned. I thought it was quite good.

And my brother has a new band called My Wave

Tuesday, August 08, 2006


The perils of being single. Well not the perils exactly, but the pitfalls of being the only 'bachelor' amongst my close friends. Coincidentally all of whose names start with A. Mystical.

The options for going out are slowly diminishing. Others are drifting towards a world of dinner parties, Heals and quiet weekends.

So what to do. The amount of single friends in my life is now so small that I might need new friends. But that would be rude. And no one has parties anymore. They're buying houses, but there are a lack of house warmings. Damn you all to Hades.

Some people seem to find it easier to flit in and out of relationships. But it's fucking hard. I am, in my own humble opinion, quite cool, not bad looking and pretty funny. But I am a complete amateur when it comes to dating, as the Americans say. Let us take the examples of the last two; both in limbo, although I think one has run. I had two great dates with Miss A and the second ended in an amorous clinch. I foolishly rushed to organmise the third date, a day date. Although it wasn't a horror, it certainly wasn't as good as the previous two. Got a bit nervous you see and clammed up. So since then Miss A has been decidedly frosty. I think she has now gone the way of being distant in relation to correspondence with an aim to severing contact. Shame, she was great.

Miss B, I have seen twice with no amorous clinches. The correspondence is thick and warm, without any real sign of flirtatious advancement. Maybe she will change her views. Third time's the charm I hear. She's also great.

But apart from that, the avenues are non existent.

A glossary of terms can be found in most good bookshops.

The head will be cleared after the holiday.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


Things we have learnt this week:

Marco Materazzi has an awful lot of tattoos.
Zidane loves his mother.
Christian metal bands love God.

Now, as much as Zizou's violent explosion is unforgiveable on the football field, it's fitting that one of the world's greatest ever players is a hot head and has some shame to his game. It wouldn't be the same if he was all goody two shoes. All great players have fucked up royally in the past.

Let's look at the evidence (some might be a bit scratchy, but I'm doing this by memory)

Diego Maradona - Cocaine snorting, air gun firing midget. Che Guevara tattoo, badly dyed blond streak in hair.
George Best - Wife beating alcoholic mysoginist RIP.
Eric Cantona - Kung Fu kick.
Pele - complete lack of knowledge of the game in his old age, erection problems.

No one gives a shit about Bobby Charlton and the like because they were too nice. So, well done Zizou for joining the elite.

Favourite songs in the world right now:

1. Made-up Love Song #43 - Guillemots
2. Worth Dying For - Rise Against
3. We're Not Alone - Peeping Tom
4. Knights Of Cydonia - Muse
5. Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn & John
6. Writing On The Walls - Underoath

Friday, April 21, 2006


Blindness. Not in the sense of not seeing, but not knowing. Is beauty only skin deep?

I've been signed up to large breasted aesthetics expert Sarah Beeney's dating website. Someone has mailed me. I don't have a photo up there, nor does she. When I get a photo up, she'll have to. But what do you say if the face is not to my taste. I don't need anew friend, and this is a 'dating' site. Can I be blunt? Should I lie?

Pearl Jam last night. There must have been a forgery problem as tickets were being checked and double checked. Some guy had spent £160 on a fake ticket and was abit miffed to say the least. Oh well. Awesome gig though.

Friday, April 07, 2006


I must post more often. You only get one chance to do things so putting things off is wrong. It doesn't matter if no one reads. I just want to leave a record.


Tuesday, February 14, 2006


I have so far received the David Hasslehoff valentines email twice. I expect at least one more before the end of the day.

Posting has been slow, due to excessive workload and spending most of my spare time at work trying to sell stuff on eBay. In short, football has been good and I've seen Thrice, Coheed & Cambria, Be Your own Pet and Mew. Be Your Own Pet were the best and their album is great too.

Things I have learned from selling things on eBay:
1. The things you think will sell will probably not.
2. The first release of Radiohead's Creep on CD is currently worth £16 at auction price.
3. People know more about eBay than me.

Everyone's asking questions and there's sometimes a mass of bidding 10 minutes before the end. Alien to me.

Tonight I will be watching my friend do Stand up comedy. With his girlfriend. A nice way for her to spend Valentine's day.

Current favourite songs:

The All-American Rejects - Move Along
Josh Rouse - It Looks Like Love
Idiot Pilot - Les Lumieres
65 Days Of Static - Radio Protector

Monday, January 30, 2006


Friday night was spent at the Astoria seeing Panic! At The Disco and The Academy Is...

Then for some reason we ended up in the dressing room with the bands, drinking their rider, and then someone brought in champagne, so that was quaffed. I was then told off for going into Panic!'s dressing room when they were having a meeting and I had a conversation with Academy's drummer (Andy) about Night Nurse whilst standing on a sofa.

Then a small goose chase ensued to go to the aftershow where I tried to teach two american girls to say 'Fish Fingers' in an english accent.

Oh, and both bands were awesome. Panic! At The Disco will be big.

If I took my camera, I could have taken a photo. so above is a random shot.

Friday, January 06, 2006


It took until 5pm Christmas Day before I wanted to go home. But I had to wait 40 hours for my wish to come true.

New Year's Eve provided us with Chester's fantastic home made soup. Morgo helped, but it feel it was Chester's baby.

And then the painting started. running out of paint during the final wall before the holes were filled in fuelled the fire for this little installation. I call it 'Cock' and it will feature exclusively at the Hughes Gallery until Sunday 8th January. Seeing is believing so I urge you to see it as quickly as possible.

Album wars: The Strokes vs We Are Scientists.
Strokes - good clothes, We Are Scientists - bass player has moustache
Strokes - need better songs, W.A.S. - have good songs, some great

Winner: We Are Scientists