All right, I'm back. Though that hardly seems a justified way to begin, I never really went anywhere. Despite my doubts, I've decided I will carry on this blog for the time being. It may be hard, but I do have fun and have a small sense of real satisfaction when I've finished one. This blog will be simplistic, and also, the title was dead easy (A David Bowie song, if you're curious.) You know how I end every blog with now go away? If you hadn't guessed what today's topic is..just go away right now...you're clearly a moron. Yes, that's right those still with us, fame. As some bloke (or some chick, for the politically correct ones out there) once said "fame is a fickle friend." That is completely true. I think it's fair to say that fame is something many dream of. The attention, the money it brings, the love and admiration for you as a person, it's undoubtedly positive for your own confidence...all those thousands of people who want to know you, scream your name and will pay lots just to see you for fifteen minutes. It sounds grand doesn't it? Well, I can assure you...it's really not at all.
What do you know? I hear you demand. Of course I'm not famous...if it weren't for this blog, nobody would have any idea who I am ;) However, I have seen the negative effects of fame and thought I'd share my insight. This is probably a topic, like all of mine, that doesn't really interest but if that's the case...why the hell are you still reading? ;) I'm going to cover the main problems of fame and why you really don't want to become famous.
Pressure
You think you know pressure? Sure, there's the A-Levels and a job and perhaps a relationship...but damn, you have no clue how much pressure celebrities have. Firstly, you've always got to do what you do 'best', i.e. you're a comedian? Be funny! DO IT, DO IT! This kind of pressure comes from all sides, the media, interviews, television appearances. No wonder Britney Spears likes shave their head and go off the rails...
Attention
Everyone loves attention, of course you do. In our own way we're all attention-seekers. If we're not getting attention, it means people don't love us right? So we want to be noticed, to keep our mental state in check that people give a damn about us. Well, try being famous for a day. God, you're noticed everywhere you go. Chances are someone will badger you for an autograph. Eminem is one particular celebrity who really rants about this...almost half of his songs about leaving him the fuck alone. To be honest, I'm not entirely sympathetic of celebrities for this one, you choose to go down the path you did...you will get the attention that comes with it.
However, one kind of attention that is not good at all is obviously the weird kind. You want to be famous? Just go talk to John Cusack, or John Lennon or any other person who's been stalked. Have fun when they follow you home, or prank call you, or kidnap your child to make a quick buck...
Ego
Charlie Brooker (yes, I am quoting him YET again) makes an excellent point. The amount of time you hear about celebrities making absurd demands, and you think "You really are a bastard." Also, celebrities act like they own the place, a nod towards the infamous Bale rant on the set of Terminator:Salvation. Stop for a moment. Do you even know what the circumstances were? He was in the middle of a scene, and it had been the THIRD time the guy had got in his way...and distracted him. Now, I'm not condoning the way Bale acted (no pun intended), it was no doubt over the top, but that doesn't mean you can just hang him out to dry.
In certain situations, celebrities will act like complete berks...but for a justified reason. As Brooker states in one episode of his show (unfortunately I cannot find the clip), you start out as a modest person. You'll be amazed that someone will happily bring you a coffee. Then you get used to the people waiting on you. You are somehow surprised when they don't remember your lunch...and before you know it, you've slipped down the slope of arrogance and superiority. You'll rip the shit out of some poor intern because they got your order wrong. Once again, I'm not saying this is right, but don't be so quick to judge. As some other bloke said (or chick, but let's face it...probably was a bloke) "familiarity breeds contempt." You have to understand the psychological effect it has on anyone having everything before them, after a while, they'll expect it. You will, I will...don't deny it. You do it now, though on a smaller scale. Your parents cook you dinner I assume? You expect them to feed you. I presume they sometimes lend you money if your short? You expect it. No doubt they drive you around if you need a lift...once again, you expect it. And nobody would think badly of you for doing so, they are your parents. Just understand it's incredibly easy to become a dick when you've got everyone kissing your ass like your God. This leads nicely to the next problem...
Depression
It's brilliant being a celebrity when people love you...but you're watched constantly. Put a foot wrong, no matter how minor, the media will shred you up, eat you and spit you out...and for extra measure step all over that thing you called dignity. The constant attention on celebrities (even the crap ones) is absurd! All the photos, all the articles and headlines. You'd be surprised how easily one bad headline can turn the entire country against you. O, you'll still get attention, just you definitely won't like it AT all.
Lack of Freedom
I think it's also fair to say people think famous people have an easy ride. To some extent, of course they do, hotels, free food, trips around the country, paid to simply appear. However, there is a real restriction on certain freedoms. I'm mainly referring to band members and authors here. If your constantly on tour and at signings or in an interview, how on earth are you meant to do anything you really want? Kate Nash herself took a break from the music industry because she was tired of playing the same old song. People criticise musicians for taking so long to crank out an album. Firstly, shut up, try composing one song. Then try doing at least nine more of those...and having the studio like it. Say, for arguments sake, you manage this. You then go on tour with that album...for at least a year. Playing the same ten songs to lots of different people. O sure the money's good, but don't you want to just sit down and write more? I mean, be honest, that's why you got into the business. Not to sign some fan girl's tit, you just want to make music.
It's a constant battle for musicians. I'll use another of my idol's as an example. Damon Albarn of Blur, and currently Gorillaz. He quit Blur to get away from the fame. He formed Gorillaz as a joke, to be able to do his own music project without getting too famous. Unfortunately, being a musical genius, Gorillaz gained wide success and everyone wanted to know who was behind it all...and BAM, Albarn was back in the loop. Another problem that I mentioned was about him wanting to do his own music. You can't do both. If you do your own thing, it might not be what the studio want, and your out of a job. Understand? You're always under some element of control...
I think I'm done with all the problems celebrities face. I'm not that concerned for them, after all, they are celebrities...to some extent they're completely overwhelmed with success, money and the 'high-life.' But I just wanted to write about something that is not commonly dealt with. It should hopefully make you think next time before you choose to criticise a celebrity or when you dream of being famous. A lot of people have suffered from fame, one way or another. I have already mentioned one main drawback, the negative attention either stalkers or the media. I'll say one big name, Kurt Cobain. You really want to be famous still, after all I've said? Well, good luck....I'll keep this shotgun handy for when it gets too much.
Now go away.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
Don't You Forget About Me
Hello bitches. I use that term loosely. Every week, we can assume, you read this blog...whether for amusement, interest or to mock me subtly behind your computer desk. The point is, you do bother to read it, which makes you my bitch ;) Now I've done my routine offending of my readers...let's move on shall we?
The title of this blog is a fantastic song by Simple Minds. It was made famous by an even more fantastic film...The Breakfast Club. The reasoning for this title is...this may well be my last ever blog. *Gasp* I hear in my head (and not to mention a few cheers.) I just have definitely lost it. I mentioned this in passing last week...the desire to complain...it's just not worth it. I'm not even that funny any more, it's just shit. I haven't fully decided on this issue yet...though I would love to hear people's opinions. To be honest, Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash would have been more appropriate but I like to use a different band each week if I can. The challenge I set for myself of writing one every week, and coming up with a decent, long blog with a catchy, fitting title is one I have found so hard. I aim to please, but I am human...just ;). This blog will attempt to tackle all the things going on in my head. I'll just have to hope my stream of consciousness flows in some way that keeps it coherent.
The main problem I've had is...any issues lately, not only aren't worth ranting about but I certainly shouldn't rant about them. I'm not saying I'm funny, but I do try...and that's the problem. My blogs shouldn't be taken too seriously and so that immediately cuts out any news that is...well serious. The news story capturing most people's attention right now is the Jon Venebles' case. I won't go into too much detail, because A) I don't know a whole lot about the new quarrel the country has with him, apart from obviously being a baby killer and B) You should know the story, if you don't, you're either foreign or live under a rock, so both ;)
Basically, it's a serious case that needs someone to analyse it properly, do the research and give you a valid opinion. I don't want to do that! It just angers me too much, and so all you'd get would be "Blug, hsah, AHHSAHD!" rather than a well-informed opinion. And that's the case with a lot of serious news stories. There was one recently on the Catholic Church and their antics with Little Boys, but I have a good friend who's Catholic, and for once thought "I won't rant about this...even if it does piss me right off."
So now we know why it's so hard. What am I left with? Comedic rants about minor things? Please... Ok, this is the first and only time I'll admit this. I've read both of Charlie Brooker's Dawn of the Dumb and The Hell of it All. (Buy them, they are brilliant despite what I'm about to say.) However, they are a bit...samey if read too much at once. He's obviously intelligent, and is so spot on with comparisons/references that you can't help but laugh. Yet, it gets tedious, like all things, too much at once, you'll go off it (except with cigarettes apparently.) I want to write every week, but I don't want to bore you, and I feel I already am. So what else would you suggest? A philosophical teaching? A posting dedicated to one thing that I love? If we did that, what we end up with is my opinion taking up your time. If you wanted my opinion, which you don't, you'll ask, which you won't. Simple.
NEXT. Wrestlemania's coming up. I don't watch/like Wrestling at all...but goodness me, they do make it look fun! One particular promo (see end of blog, but don't skip ahead you tosser) made me more excited thana pedophile at a nursery school! being Batman for the day. Talking of inappropriate jokes...
I'm entering Letchworth's Got Talent. I can hear you haters guffawing now, "What talent?!" I'm going in for Stand Up Comedy. It's one of those things...you only live once etc. I have mixed responses when I mention Stand Up to people. My own mother doesn't think I could do it, brilliant. I am also worried that my material might get censored...my brain works on awkward and sometimes offensive mode only. But here's hoping eh?
NEXT. (This seems to be a way to get out of making it flow...I'll try harder if there is a next time, promise. I did it once ok?) Anyway, another thing that does anger me...but a bit redundantly is the Kent State Shootings (in Ohio, not Kent University...). If you listen to Neil Young (which you should if you don't), it's one of his songs...aptly named Ohio! It wasn't the worst case of Police/National Guard brutality...see other cases, namely Rodney King (video is on youtube, you sick bastard) but it's enough to make you go "What the hell!". As one of my good friends Joe put it, "It was a middle finger to Freedom of Speech." Police brutality cases...or anything unjust make me angry, but I'm not going to bore you with the details of why it makes me angry...should be obvious enough. I'd be a hypocrite anyway. I complain when people say "Stop the Iraq War!" O for fuck sake, we know it's a bad thing, stop telling people. Or when people state they think Hitler's a bit of a bastard. WELL DUH. I only want to hear your opinion if it's controversial...and it should be the same for me.
NEXT. One minor thing, my history coursework is coming along great now with the research and now I just need to do a tad more and start writing it. Brilliant. Who of you gives a shit...really?
Last but not least, one thing that was going to be my original focus...nostalgia. It got scrapped because of this whole "Should I do more...etc" and also, not a lot I need to write.Instead of doing my history coursework, I've been youtubing old shows I used to watch, Rainbow being the chief show of interest. Do you know what nostalgia is? It's a double edged sword. You watch whatever it is with fond memories...but then you realise how rubbish it all is. The acting is bad, the scripts unbelievable and who thought up these wacky songs? WERE THEY HIGH?! But yes...I love it all the same...Geoffrey Hayes is a bit of a God in my child eyes (Now you can see why I didn't do a whole blog on it.)
Talking of nostalgia, I went to the zoo yesterday. I recommend you go, it's brilliant, it seriously cheers you up.
I suppose that's all folks...ideas would be appreciated in the comment section below...and like I said, should I stay or should I go? (I am such a natural poet.)
I know who should go for now...you. I mean it.
Now go away.
The title of this blog is a fantastic song by Simple Minds. It was made famous by an even more fantastic film...The Breakfast Club. The reasoning for this title is...this may well be my last ever blog. *Gasp* I hear in my head (and not to mention a few cheers.) I just have definitely lost it. I mentioned this in passing last week...the desire to complain...it's just not worth it. I'm not even that funny any more, it's just shit. I haven't fully decided on this issue yet...though I would love to hear people's opinions. To be honest, Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash would have been more appropriate but I like to use a different band each week if I can. The challenge I set for myself of writing one every week, and coming up with a decent, long blog with a catchy, fitting title is one I have found so hard. I aim to please, but I am human...just ;). This blog will attempt to tackle all the things going on in my head. I'll just have to hope my stream of consciousness flows in some way that keeps it coherent.
The main problem I've had is...any issues lately, not only aren't worth ranting about but I certainly shouldn't rant about them. I'm not saying I'm funny, but I do try...and that's the problem. My blogs shouldn't be taken too seriously and so that immediately cuts out any news that is...well serious. The news story capturing most people's attention right now is the Jon Venebles' case. I won't go into too much detail, because A) I don't know a whole lot about the new quarrel the country has with him, apart from obviously being a baby killer and B) You should know the story, if you don't, you're either foreign or live under a rock, so both ;)
Basically, it's a serious case that needs someone to analyse it properly, do the research and give you a valid opinion. I don't want to do that! It just angers me too much, and so all you'd get would be "Blug, hsah, AHHSAHD!" rather than a well-informed opinion. And that's the case with a lot of serious news stories. There was one recently on the Catholic Church and their antics with Little Boys, but I have a good friend who's Catholic, and for once thought "I won't rant about this...even if it does piss me right off."
So now we know why it's so hard. What am I left with? Comedic rants about minor things? Please... Ok, this is the first and only time I'll admit this. I've read both of Charlie Brooker's Dawn of the Dumb and The Hell of it All. (Buy them, they are brilliant despite what I'm about to say.) However, they are a bit...samey if read too much at once. He's obviously intelligent, and is so spot on with comparisons/references that you can't help but laugh. Yet, it gets tedious, like all things, too much at once, you'll go off it (except with cigarettes apparently.) I want to write every week, but I don't want to bore you, and I feel I already am. So what else would you suggest? A philosophical teaching? A posting dedicated to one thing that I love? If we did that, what we end up with is my opinion taking up your time. If you wanted my opinion, which you don't, you'll ask, which you won't. Simple.
NEXT. Wrestlemania's coming up. I don't watch/like Wrestling at all...but goodness me, they do make it look fun! One particular promo (see end of blog, but don't skip ahead you tosser) made me more excited than
I'm entering Letchworth's Got Talent. I can hear you haters guffawing now, "What talent?!" I'm going in for Stand Up Comedy. It's one of those things...you only live once etc. I have mixed responses when I mention Stand Up to people. My own mother doesn't think I could do it, brilliant. I am also worried that my material might get censored...my brain works on awkward and sometimes offensive mode only. But here's hoping eh?
NEXT. (This seems to be a way to get out of making it flow...I'll try harder if there is a next time, promise. I did it once ok?) Anyway, another thing that does anger me...but a bit redundantly is the Kent State Shootings (in Ohio, not Kent University...). If you listen to Neil Young (which you should if you don't), it's one of his songs...aptly named Ohio! It wasn't the worst case of Police/National Guard brutality...see other cases, namely Rodney King (video is on youtube, you sick bastard) but it's enough to make you go "What the hell!". As one of my good friends Joe put it, "It was a middle finger to Freedom of Speech." Police brutality cases...or anything unjust make me angry, but I'm not going to bore you with the details of why it makes me angry...should be obvious enough. I'd be a hypocrite anyway. I complain when people say "Stop the Iraq War!" O for fuck sake, we know it's a bad thing, stop telling people. Or when people state they think Hitler's a bit of a bastard. WELL DUH. I only want to hear your opinion if it's controversial...and it should be the same for me.
NEXT. One minor thing, my history coursework is coming along great now with the research and now I just need to do a tad more and start writing it. Brilliant. Who of you gives a shit...really?
Last but not least, one thing that was going to be my original focus...nostalgia. It got scrapped because of this whole "Should I do more...etc" and also, not a lot I need to write.Instead of doing my history coursework, I've been youtubing old shows I used to watch, Rainbow being the chief show of interest. Do you know what nostalgia is? It's a double edged sword. You watch whatever it is with fond memories...but then you realise how rubbish it all is. The acting is bad, the scripts unbelievable and who thought up these wacky songs? WERE THEY HIGH?! But yes...I love it all the same...Geoffrey Hayes is a bit of a God in my child eyes (Now you can see why I didn't do a whole blog on it.)
Talking of nostalgia, I went to the zoo yesterday. I recommend you go, it's brilliant, it seriously cheers you up.
I suppose that's all folks...ideas would be appreciated in the comment section below...and like I said, should I stay or should I go? (I am such a natural poet.)
I know who should go for now...you. I mean it.
Now go away.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Feel Good Inc
A word of advice...never get a blowjob from a girl with braces, it hurts. This was one of the things I learnt this week. It's not my advice, I'm not that mean, any blowjob is a good blowjob. Kidding. I've had a pretty good week overall! I'd like to be negative and cynical...but you'd be surprised how hard it is to be that heartless on a routine basis for these blogs. So this blog isn't going to be about anything unique or thought-provoking. It's going to be purely about major things in my life recently. Sorry, but sometimes I reserve the right to be a selfish bastard and write about myself...and let's face it, nobody actually reads this apart from me :)
Ok, this isn't going to be as focused I'm afraid, it's literally a stream of concious as things pop into my head about anything concerning events this week. Firstly, it was my drama practical exam! I was...cancer. How lovely is that. It's almost impossible to explain without you seeing it. It wouldn't make as much of an impact. But for those who saw it, I think it went pretty damn well. Unless EVERYONE has become a compulsive liar, we did a really wonderful job and I nailed my part :) I was going to write more...but not else I can say really.
Secondly, I got my re-sit results...my fingers were shaking so much as I opened that piece of paper...I see an A...for English Literature :/ How did that happen! I'm not bragging, or trying to make myself look better...and people can confirm this for me. I walked into that exam without the poetry book we needed, I had to borrow one. That's literally how unprepared I was. But I was very lucky. I wasn't so lucky with my history, having both at a C, three marks off a B. I suppose to be optimistic,this will motivate me to work extra hard on the coursework...if I get a high A, then I can aim for an A overall! All is well on that front then. Slightly ironic all the same...
Ok, damn. I thought I could fill this blog with a bit more information about this good week, but it was only those two things. I did make the promise to someone to write about some people individually and their good qualities...but it's such a flawed idea. I might not say enough about them, I might mention one person but not another etc. I'll just say that if you take the time to read my blog...you are truly lovely and a wonderful person, and I value your friendship :)
I will say one last thing, that unfortunately is extremely negative and so I suppose we're ending on a low. One suggestion for anyone going into politics. Try facism, just once. There are certain people in the world who don't really deserve to live...so why let them? I want to create a perfect smart, fun and moral world....is that so bad? Give it a chance...go on ;) This paragraph was purposely short...but I've already ranted to the people I need to, they know what I mean!
O dang, I almost forgot! (Yeah right, you think, this was completely planned.) I finally listened to the latest Gorillaz album (the blog title is the most suitable title) and...it's incredible. I seriously suggest you give it a listen. I had a hick up getting the experience edition (I think I've mentioned I have an OCD about needing the best editions of anything.) So I guess we'll end on a good note. I'd best get on with that history coursework...ha no, not yet. I'm going to the pub tonight. I hope you all have a spiffing weekend. Amazing what an A in a subject can do to your mood.
On a final note, I also personally apologise...my blogs are decreasing in quality and they weren't that good to begin with. Regular readers will remember me talking about deluded optemism, and wanting to change things. I think I may have reached that point past it. I'm so sick of complaining about injustices that I can't do shit about. Sure it was sort of funny for a while..but what's the point? I'm not sure if this will be one of my last blogs...I'm just warning you, it really is hard to keep it up each week...and I don't want to change the timing now. So much for my good mood eh? ;)
I shall leave you with a slightly related video. It's the new music video for Gorillaz single 'Stylo.' The song isn't the best on the album, but the video has Bruce Willis damnit!
Gorillaz - Stylo
Now go a- actually I'm in a good mood...you can stay if you want.
Just kidding, fuck off.
Ok, this isn't going to be as focused I'm afraid, it's literally a stream of concious as things pop into my head about anything concerning events this week. Firstly, it was my drama practical exam! I was...cancer. How lovely is that. It's almost impossible to explain without you seeing it. It wouldn't make as much of an impact. But for those who saw it, I think it went pretty damn well. Unless EVERYONE has become a compulsive liar, we did a really wonderful job and I nailed my part :) I was going to write more...but not else I can say really.
Secondly, I got my re-sit results...my fingers were shaking so much as I opened that piece of paper...I see an A...for English Literature :/ How did that happen! I'm not bragging, or trying to make myself look better...and people can confirm this for me. I walked into that exam without the poetry book we needed, I had to borrow one. That's literally how unprepared I was. But I was very lucky. I wasn't so lucky with my history, having both at a C, three marks off a B. I suppose to be optimistic,this will motivate me to work extra hard on the coursework...if I get a high A, then I can aim for an A overall! All is well on that front then. Slightly ironic all the same...
Ok, damn. I thought I could fill this blog with a bit more information about this good week, but it was only those two things. I did make the promise to someone to write about some people individually and their good qualities...but it's such a flawed idea. I might not say enough about them, I might mention one person but not another etc. I'll just say that if you take the time to read my blog...you are truly lovely and a wonderful person, and I value your friendship :)
I will say one last thing, that unfortunately is extremely negative and so I suppose we're ending on a low. One suggestion for anyone going into politics. Try facism, just once. There are certain people in the world who don't really deserve to live...so why let them? I want to create a perfect smart, fun and moral world....is that so bad? Give it a chance...go on ;) This paragraph was purposely short...but I've already ranted to the people I need to, they know what I mean!
O dang, I almost forgot! (Yeah right, you think, this was completely planned.) I finally listened to the latest Gorillaz album (the blog title is the most suitable title) and...it's incredible. I seriously suggest you give it a listen. I had a hick up getting the experience edition (I think I've mentioned I have an OCD about needing the best editions of anything.) So I guess we'll end on a good note. I'd best get on with that history coursework...ha no, not yet. I'm going to the pub tonight. I hope you all have a spiffing weekend. Amazing what an A in a subject can do to your mood.
On a final note, I also personally apologise...my blogs are decreasing in quality and they weren't that good to begin with. Regular readers will remember me talking about deluded optemism, and wanting to change things. I think I may have reached that point past it. I'm so sick of complaining about injustices that I can't do shit about. Sure it was sort of funny for a while..but what's the point? I'm not sure if this will be one of my last blogs...I'm just warning you, it really is hard to keep it up each week...and I don't want to change the timing now. So much for my good mood eh? ;)
I shall leave you with a slightly related video. It's the new music video for Gorillaz single 'Stylo.' The song isn't the best on the album, but the video has Bruce Willis damnit!
Gorillaz - Stylo
Now go a- actually I'm in a good mood...you can stay if you want.
Just kidding, fuck off.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Death of a Party
Now go aw- O I haven't started yet. So sorry. Today I will mainly discuss one thing. The title (which is a Blur song) makes it pretty obvious, unless you underwent a lobotomy recently. The thing is recently, a lot of people have turned eighteen. That's bloody brilliant for them but why do we have to share in their happiness? Let's face it, you have a big bash, you invite almost everyone, but how many of them actually give a damn? You think they posted "Happy Birthday!!!" on your wall because they remembered? Now, I realise how this sounds. I'm not cynical (well not completely), I think birthdays are great and fun...except when you're not that close with people. I don't really want to go to your party unless I actually know you. For me, the whole affair is stupidly awkward. I have to come, give you a weird sort of half-hug, and mutter "Happy Birthday..." Did I get you a present? Did I heck... People are just silly sometimes. Your birthday is a time to share between close friends. It's not a time to create an event on facebook and click "invite all."
Now, I know if I wanted to, I could have done the same. Booked out the same fucking room, and the same fucking DJ and got the same fucking decorations. But I didn't. If I had done, everyone would of come..."This event has 89 confirmed guests." That'd make me feel brilliant about myself, and that's exactly why we do it. It's so people can have the assurance people don't hate them so much they'll avoid their party. Out of those 89, who do you think gives a damn about me? I'd say maybe eight at most? And that's pushing it. That means there's 81 morons who have just come for the free ride.
The idea for this blog came up, because I'm going to a party tonight. Why? Because I'm a hypocrite. No, it's honestly because I get on quite well with the people hosting it, and I think it's fair to say I'd want them at my party. My point is that for tonight someone got invited when they weren't really wanted. I'm not going to drop names (not that it matters, about one person reads this blog, and that's me.) This one person got their friends to pressure so they could be invited. Now, last time I checked...it was the host's birthday, not yours. If you don't want to invite someone, don't invite them! It's not rocket science (an excellent film by the way.) Party's on this scale make you feel especially cut up if you're not invited. If everyone was honest and just did small gatherings with their real friends, we wouldn't have a problem at all!
For my 19th, I went to L'Artiste with just a few really good people. I hope everyone had a lovely time, I sure did, and it was just...good. No excessive drinking, no stupid chatter, no awkward stilted conversations with people you don't really get on with and certainly no absurd dancing. Now, I bet you're thinking "Yea, but this was his nineteenth, an eighteenth's a much bigger deal." Well fuck you, I just had people round for some music and food...that's all a party needs to be! We're already plunging on the express ride towards a society of materialistic values and no morals, halt the train on the party front ok pal? I bet almost all of you just thinks I'm a moody bastard who doesn't know how to have fun...it's not that, I just feel weird hanging around people I hardly talk to anyway. Also, at these parties your only option is to booze up or dance, talking is certainly not going to happen. A) You can't hear each other and B) They're too drunk to pay attention. Parties just need you to talk to people you care about, relax, dance a litte, enjoy the range of music and best of all..bring the host presents.
I think I've covered all the bases. To summarise, don't hold excessive parties for people who you don't care about, it's a waste of money and time. Make sure you just do something with close friends, it's worth ten times more to you in the long run. Finally, don't worry about offending those you don't want to invite, why is there this need to include everyone, even those you don't really like? And of course, don't forget, doing things my way gets your presents..small parties make people feel like absolute dicks for not buying you something. If this blog hasn't convinced you to change your party going ways...well I'm not really bothered. I write this blogs with passion and make it seem like I give a shit about the way people do things, but no...just carry on with the self-worship of party-throwing for all I care, just make sure I'm invited. I won't come.
On a happier note, (almost), Gorillaz are releasing a new album that I've pre-ordered. It should be amazing. And I also recommend you watch the show on BBC One 'The Bubble.' It's not a fantastic show, but the guests make it alright, and with David Mitchell as the host, you can't really go wrong. Here's an amusing clip that was shown in last week's episode...Brown's Bullying Antics.
Brown's Bullying Antics
I think I've said all I need to say,
Now go away.
Now, I know if I wanted to, I could have done the same. Booked out the same fucking room, and the same fucking DJ and got the same fucking decorations. But I didn't. If I had done, everyone would of come..."This event has 89 confirmed guests." That'd make me feel brilliant about myself, and that's exactly why we do it. It's so people can have the assurance people don't hate them so much they'll avoid their party. Out of those 89, who do you think gives a damn about me? I'd say maybe eight at most? And that's pushing it. That means there's 81 morons who have just come for the free ride.
The idea for this blog came up, because I'm going to a party tonight. Why? Because I'm a hypocrite. No, it's honestly because I get on quite well with the people hosting it, and I think it's fair to say I'd want them at my party. My point is that for tonight someone got invited when they weren't really wanted. I'm not going to drop names (not that it matters, about one person reads this blog, and that's me.) This one person got their friends to pressure so they could be invited. Now, last time I checked...it was the host's birthday, not yours. If you don't want to invite someone, don't invite them! It's not rocket science (an excellent film by the way.) Party's on this scale make you feel especially cut up if you're not invited. If everyone was honest and just did small gatherings with their real friends, we wouldn't have a problem at all!
For my 19th, I went to L'Artiste with just a few really good people. I hope everyone had a lovely time, I sure did, and it was just...good. No excessive drinking, no stupid chatter, no awkward stilted conversations with people you don't really get on with and certainly no absurd dancing. Now, I bet you're thinking "Yea, but this was his nineteenth, an eighteenth's a much bigger deal." Well fuck you, I just had people round for some music and food...that's all a party needs to be! We're already plunging on the express ride towards a society of materialistic values and no morals, halt the train on the party front ok pal? I bet almost all of you just thinks I'm a moody bastard who doesn't know how to have fun...it's not that, I just feel weird hanging around people I hardly talk to anyway. Also, at these parties your only option is to booze up or dance, talking is certainly not going to happen. A) You can't hear each other and B) They're too drunk to pay attention. Parties just need you to talk to people you care about, relax, dance a litte, enjoy the range of music and best of all..bring the host presents.
I think I've covered all the bases. To summarise, don't hold excessive parties for people who you don't care about, it's a waste of money and time. Make sure you just do something with close friends, it's worth ten times more to you in the long run. Finally, don't worry about offending those you don't want to invite, why is there this need to include everyone, even those you don't really like? And of course, don't forget, doing things my way gets your presents..small parties make people feel like absolute dicks for not buying you something. If this blog hasn't convinced you to change your party going ways...well I'm not really bothered. I write this blogs with passion and make it seem like I give a shit about the way people do things, but no...just carry on with the self-worship of party-throwing for all I care, just make sure I'm invited. I won't come.
On a happier note, (almost), Gorillaz are releasing a new album that I've pre-ordered. It should be amazing. And I also recommend you watch the show on BBC One 'The Bubble.' It's not a fantastic show, but the guests make it alright, and with David Mitchell as the host, you can't really go wrong. Here's an amusing clip that was shown in last week's episode...Brown's Bullying Antics.
Brown's Bullying Antics
I think I've said all I need to say,
Now go away.
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