Louie, lou-iee

Like Morten, Roy and other level-headed people, I spend my Friday night watching the Motörhead program on DR2, ace (of spades) that was! It was actually a bit embarrassing for me that I didn't know that 'Louie Louie' is a Motörhead number, as I've been a fan of the track since I saw 24 Hour Party People, where it's John the Postmans trademark song. Luckily I was saved by my dad, who could inform me that 'Louie Louie' ain't a Motörhead song originally, but actually a Richard Berry and the Pharaohs song. Now I've downloaded a version with The Clash, and it's closer to John the Postmans version. It will be a part of a Vain Creatures set at some point, I guarantee it!

Yesterday on the train, I sat next to a guy reading this, how-to-become-a-millionaire book, and I couldn't help reading a bit of it over his shoulder (heck, I want to be s millionaire as well!). That book was wisdom incarnate! Sentences like "It's a fact; rich people hang out with winners, poor people hang out with losers", just says it all! The best bit though, was that at the end of each chapter, the wisdom was summed up in three sentences, that you should say out loud while touching your heart, and after that there was another sentence ("I see in front of me a millionaire" I think) you should say while touching your head, and this guy f*cking did it! He didn't say it out loud, but it was obvious that every time he got to the lines, he discretely lifted his hand to his heart and said it to himself. It was hard not to point and laugh... or just point out to the guy that probably only works if your saying it out loud in a confident voice. I think this guys best shot at becoming a millionaire would have been not wasting his money on books like this!

5½ hours till til do-do-run-run - it's 25 degrees outside, and I don't feel at all confident.... keep ya fingers crossed!

he likes to wear it tight

Went and saw Star Wars last night, decent enough flick, but pretty forgettable. I got my The Bravery-style jacket yesterday, and obviously wore it downtown. Afterwards, waiting for the bus, this old, rather beer smelling man comes up and taps me on the shoulder. He then politely starts explaining to me that the pair of wing located on the chest, isn't from the original uniform, since the Luftwaffe had metal wings on their uniforms, and never the patches like the one on mine. He apologies for the interuption, which I assure him is no problem and just fine, and he sits down futher down the bus... for about 10 seconds, after which he comes up and starts talking uniforms, luftwaffe, Vietnam and all sorts of military stuff. Very strange, but not the usual yuk strange that is drunken old men talking at you. He saw an opportunity to unload his normally f*cking useless knowledge at complete strangers - fine by me.

Tomorrow is half marathon day, and it's melting hot outside... good fun's ensured.