tag:georgewithwords.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/Yes, ladies and gentleman, as I descend further into the depths of my own vanity, I have decided to join the other thousands of hordes who own their own blog. I can only imagine that the vast percentage of you are here because of some sign post I left on MySpace (www.myspace.com/gdhp), or Bebo, or Facebook, or some other worthless piece of junk. However for the few of you who may not have, for whom this may be our first internet bound meeting I shall take a few sentences to describe my life. I am a nineteen year old Uni student, who grew up mostly in Cornwall, but with dashes of living in Nigeria and other places. Currently I am now living in Glasgow, where I spend the vast percentage of my life writing in some capacity, whether it be political, creative, philosophical, or just a review of some gig, or just a story of my day. My writing knows no limit of topic, but I shall endeavour to separate them out by whatever means I can, so those of you only interested in music can be cyphoned away from those of you who are here for a hardcore dose of political theory, or something creative. But anyway, so you know roughly what to expect here are a few quotes underneath that I am quite proud of: "If I Say Marvin never make it big I may be forced to douse myself in petrol and set fire to myself in a town square somewhere. It may not have worked for Vietnamese Buddhist monks, but maybe it will make the world see sense this time. The greatest indie disco band in the world today, and the best thing to come out of Cornwall of all time, pushing the Pasty, clotted cream, and the steam engine back down the ranks.” “Imagine if Timmy Mallet was half way through a transgender operation, when he suddenly developed a fixation for 'shiny things' and took so much ecstasy that his only way to communicate was to incoherently shout numbers in German. That is as close as I can come to describing the sheer beauty, and yet frightfulness that was the Ukraine entry for Eurovision 2007.” “As much as the Apathy Party is a joke, it is much more a serious piece of satire, a political statement if you will. I want those people to vote for me as a statement, no one who doesn't care is going to vote for someone who doesn't care, but those who don't know might vote for someone who wants to make it all clearer.” “And now in the same time it takes for the moon to orbit the Earth, the tables had turned again, and the world had spun back into its gloomy demise where optimism was a cognitive fantasy and not an achievable goal like Simon had once felt. Simon had to hope, it was all that he had left, maybe there was still a chance that those rose-tinted days could be found again, and that feeling of self-actualisation could somehow be regained from its buried depths and returned to Simon's sin soaked world.” “The day I become no longer impressed by everyday speech is the day I give up. How we go through that infinite effort, bending and flexing our tongues round the moving breath, just to pronounce the most basic sounds, and say “the”. I cannot respect man for buildings, for birds have beautiful nests, I cannot respect man for the car, for birds can fly, cheetahs run and fish swim. But humans can talk, and write. Write thoughts and feelings and ideas, express what we want, what we need or feel without having to resort to basic instinctive cries.” Welcome to my happy world of writing. Please do let yourself known to me however you can, let me know what you think. All comments witty or complimentary welcome! George MokoFeed2009-11-09T09:44:28+01:00