Yesterday was a bit of a weird one. I got pulled out of bed at 8 to go in and meet a client at the t’office at 9… meeting went good – got the job… anyway, blah blah… fastforward 9 hours…
It’s been an entire year since a friend of mine passed away and his memorial get together was today; just a gathering of people got together at a local pub and played music, ate buffet and talked about him – it was in aid of amnesty international too so it was all the better. In the year it’s been since, I still don’t think I’ve accepted he’s gone – it just feels as though I’ve not seen him for a while, it’s really crazy to look at pictures of him playing guitar and hanging about with friends to think that I’ll never get to see him again… Matthew will always be 21.
They read out a few of his text messages he’d sent in the months before his death and I think that maybe hit the hardest – so much of them encompassed what matt was; a strange, slightly eccentric soul… someone who seemed confused with most of life’s conundrums, a guy whom just floated along singing simon and garfunkel (or pieman and largeuncle as he once told me) songs.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, but I am.
Anyway I got told last night that after trying to figure out what to put on his gravestone, they ended up with the Pumpkin’ lyrics:

“Forever frozen, forever beautiful, forever lost inside ourselves”

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On to something more positive… or well not really…
After I got in, I decided to curl up in front of the fire and ( after I phoned Cat for a bit) put on the tv (or the talking pictures box as we call it in the Borders ), and what should be on BBC1! – only the worst film ever made! (I actually found out later, it is actually the worst film ever made according to IMDB – ha someone in the comments called it – ‘One of the most powerful and thought provoking motion pictures of the 1970′s’ – Genius) – It was ridiculous… and it stars the now Governor of California – If anyone has had the misfortune (or fortune, depending on how much grass your dealer brought round) of seeing it, Hercules in New York is Arnie’s first (and, by goodness nearly last film), it is so terribly bad, I really don’t see why it was on BBC1 unless it was part of some huge in joke amongst the bbc contollers. An example line from it was –

“Arnie: I am hercules – what is money?
Taxi driver: y’know dough! money – bucks!
Arnie: Bucks and Does – why are you talking about male and female animals?”

He starred along side some wee freak who looked like the resulting product of a chance sexual encounter of Woody Allen and the Grinch – who’s lines tended to be whinny impressions of bad acting with jems such as –

“Freak – They call me Pretzy because I sell Pretzels down the waterfront – here have one.
Arnie – these are good – food fit for the Gods! (obviously making sure that the audience is aware of the fact that he is meant to be ‘Hercules’ – Son of Zeus! as opposed to some austrian man-titted cockfart).
Freak: – Yeah, I get them at Food for the Gods bakery…”

For fucksake.

I’m almost certain – give me 20 minutes, a bottle of ketamine and a cock-mounted pen I could come up with something not just a tad better, but something that would look like Shakespeare next too this. Anyway if you get a chance to watch this movie – claw your face off with the wrong end of a spoon.

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