I've reached a low, don't you know...

I don't think I've ever seen a computer as f*cked as ours. It tells me that there's new hardware and that I need to locate a driver for it, but then fails to recognise the D: Drive and tell me what the supposed new hardware is! When I start up the computer in the "safe" mode it's just plain grey and won't make any contact to anything on the harddisc... no scandisc, no setup, no milk today, no tools, no nothing! God I wish I had spend my money on computer gear instead of cd's when I was a teenager.... then I could've been a succesful, if somewhat extremely geeky, 3-D programmer now, instead of a low-tec student of English!

So now I've gone to Uni, where everything seems to work. But before I left I banged on the cd in my collection that comes closest to 'hardware' and Ed Harcourt really put me in a good mood. I didn't buy a lot of CD's in London, but investing 6£ in Her be Monsters was money well spend.

A few quirky experiences from my London trip:

1) On my last visit I couldn't go anywhere without running into Danish celebrities. As we left the airport, a driver stood there waiting for no other than Danish Rock Pig number One, Thomas Treo (or maybe he's only Pig number 2, after Steffen Jungersen?), and out he came, dressed in denim vest and a gigantic AC/DC badge. Later I heard Soeren Rasted, from former pop sensation Aqua, scream "I'm not here on bloody vacation" into his cellphone in the middle of Tottenham Court Road. This time all I ran into was Debbie Smith, former guitarist in britpoppers Echobelly (She the bald, black chick)!

2) Under The Cooper Temple Clause show a guy freaked out when he saw one of my badges. I actually exchanged it with Didz from The Cooper Temple Clause on the Roskilde Festival in 2002, and it simply reads "Foxholski". The guy started jumping pup and down screaming "Foxholski maaan. That band's just massive!", and ran over to his friends and started pointing violently in my direction. Later research has shown that Foxholski is an unsigned, girl three piece punk band based in Norwich! A picture of a badge like mine, pinned to a Cooper Temple Clause, can be found here.

3) At the same concert a very pretty girl came up to me and told me I looked like the lead singer in Strangelove, Patrick Duff. It's always nice to get compliments, and I think it was, from really good looking girls, but the interesting part is that a certain girl of 4 has made the exact same comparison before....

All while dark clad men, with a spooky resemblance to Steen Ankerdal has started following my evey step. This must mean that there is something to my KrØldrup theory. A supposed interview on tv last night just proved my claim. A vague voice on a crappy telefonline, flanked by generic picture of guy with slight resemblance to Jon Dahl Tomasson, hardly serves as evidence to his excistence. Symptomaticly they had spiced up the feature with pictures of some footballers, who obviously wasn't KrØldrup, running around kicking a ball! Who are they trying to kid? How long will this charade go on? What will they do when Rene Henriksen breaks his leg in the match against Turkey and Morten Olsen will look in vain to the empty spot where Per KrØldrup should've been? The horror the horror.....

I'm more of a pro-spiracy kinda guy...

I have for the last half year or so worked on a local conspiracy theory. I don't believe that Per Kroeldrup exists! He is probably the most talked about defender in Danish football history, and every sport journo is full of praise for this talented young man. Yet, he hasn't been nowhere near the national team, and how many people can actually say that they've seen him in action... the fact that he, apparently, went straight from B93 to Udinese just goes to prove this, since these two clubs can call upon about 7 supporters in Denmark. My theory is that he is a player invented by the Danish press, the purpose being either to bring the national teams defence into disrespect ("If only Per Kroeldrup was here.... to save Gotham City") or as part of a bet to see whether Morten Olsen would actually call up a player based on hype alone!
And it seems like the prank worked out, and he's been brought into the team (in Danish, and thanx Roy).... but that proves nothing! Take a quick "Per Kroeldrup" picture search on Google and all you end up with is a bunch of cats and two blurry pictures of footballers, placed there by Carsten Werge no doubt!

And by the way; Soylent Green is made outa people and keep watching the skies!

I bought my legs from the US government, to keep me in line

I missed the last train to Stansted when I was going home from London. Luckily they have started a bus service that runs all through the night. Unfortunately it didn't start running until 2.30, and when you only miss the last train by 10 minutes, you're in for a 2 hour wait at Liverpool Street Station. There's not a whole lot to do here, apart looking at people being drunk, disorderly and eventually arrested. To my, later, great regret I ran into a Norwegian guy at the bus stop, Steen. Steen was some piece of work. His Norwegian accent was all over the place, and he was currently training to become a jeweller. He showed me some of the stuff that he had been making, and honestly, it looked like something out of a Kinder Überrashung! From I meet him and until I escaped him in the airport he didn't stop talking for 10 freakin? seconds! About his jewellery course, about how he was banned from different pubs, about how cold it was, about why he hadn't brought his scarf, about fjords, about not being interested in sports... but talking about it all the same, asking endless questions about what things were called in Danish, about how he really wanted to be an actor, and yada yada f*cking Yoda yada! A constant inane chatter, not even ending when we finally got into the bus, and I almost fell a sleep. No, Steen had to say, really loud, "OH, I seem to be the only one talking on this bus"... how very right he were! And he liked Saybia, the bastard!

Hours before I was at Brixton Academy, and saw Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, The Cooper Temple Clause, and Kasabian. Brixton Academy is a fantastic place. I think it can hold about 3000 people, and since it's an old theatre and the floor slopes gradually, it is actually possible for all to have an excellent view of the stage. First band, Kasabian, was unknown to me, but was a real good rock act.
My favorites, TCTC, came on next and let me down a little. I've seen them live twice before and it's been down right mayhem and anarchy on both occasions. But their new, more quiet and electronic songs, really don't work as well live. It seemed like every time one of the older songs came on the stage was full of energy and flailing guitars and tambourines, but when a new one came on the balloon went sort of flat. To bad, but not bad at all!
BRMC were fabulous. The songs just worked perfectly and when Peter Hayes started an anti Bush/Blair rant, that ended in him yelling "Well f*ck your Goverment" and the British crowd dutifully replied "No, f*ck your Goverment", good times reached a higher level. As a final plus I must mention that Brixton Academy stocks J&Bs whiskey, which is a big thumbs up in my book!

More later... or tomorrow.

Vegetable Eating Motherf*cker

Got home from London saturday morning, after one hour of sleep on the plane, and still managed to catch the Arsenal game! Very nice.

I'll probably post some stuff about the trip tomorrow... but for now I'm just pleased that Roy taunted my girlfriend into total vegetarianism while I was gone; now I have a kilo of Bassets Vinegums to myself!