its an 84 alan partridge time blog. or. we're all still here somewhere

had me an alan partridge dream type thing. it could have been a lost episode or something it was well good! he was sort of working in a pub but it was still in the style of the travelodge in which he lived, you do see him at the bar actualy in the program. yeah so he was working there and just being alan partridgy but a bit more depserate and stuff. swearing unexpectadly and doing his incredible cringe inducing flirting. funny stuff. properly like watching an episode though as i was not present at all and it wasn't as if i was living the role of alan.



funny shit. went camping to wales during the banh holliday just gone, barmouth on the edge of snowdonia on the coast. fecking beautiful place, much good times were had. went in the sea and did some rock pooling which i always love, found lots of groovy little cretures incliding some little shrimpy guys which gave me a pedicure when i stood still in the water in a particularly populated community. was awesome, can't wait to get my pictures back!


thats all for now. life continues to have its amazing bits and not so amazing bits, the weekend just gone was one of the amazing bits baby.



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stuff has been a'foot baby. or. 82 it is, shall be and sooner or later, was.

where has elrossiter been then. exactly. then? well i'm afraid i have been without the internets for some time now. but i do intend to plan on seriously thinmking about getting myself hooked up shortly after the next payday.

i have found myself a nice flat. yeah baby, i have my own flat. good times. this is my fifth week now. my furnishing though, is not complete. though i have a chair and all my stuff (nearly) i need to aquire for myself a two seater sofa type arrangement, a toaster, more shelfy cupbordy type things, some little kitchen storage stuff and more utensil things. i have a nice bed but i wish to get a slightly smaller one that will slot into the alcove and thus give me more floor space. and other various odds and sods.
but the flat is very groovy and i'm nicely comfortable there. it is the top floor of an old victorian house and has two flats below me. it is fairly spaceous with nice carpets in the lounge which are good for sitting on and funky ceilings with mad panneling. birminghams groovy! will do some more exploring this weekend (as i'll actualy be here)

lots has occured. tramlines was fucking brilliant and involved focus, lemon teargas, the busker bus which was fucking hillarious! annie mac and some of the 'ask' crew (one of the lovely newbies inparticular-good times) the deutschmarks, running around with my photography pass, excellent trips to ecclesfield. and to top it off- ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN BABY!! HELL YEAH! they were absofuckinglutely incredible! i had an 'unbearable lightness of being' moment-pretty much all the way through. i had the best time, i really did. and Richard hawley coming out for the last tune off the encour was just almost more than i could handle! the sly mother fucker ha ha ha. one of the guys from the bunnymen had been on radio 6 earlier in the week and he mentioned the possibility of it in the future but i honestly wasnt expecting it. just......good times, they did 'waiting for my man' ha ha ha.


so er.. yeah. works alright, getting on fine. birminghams groovy. done this and that etc. read some good sci fi, rewatching series one of 'being human' which is my new favourite series. gonna see the divine comedy in a few weeks here in birmingham-can't wait, neal hannon is brilliant. lots of stuff.

thats it for now. don't know when 83 will occur, just don't know.

in a bit.



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the lovely people i've been getting to know,
star maker,
and the fantabulous laren laverne-we love ya baby.

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on le poderosa man!

christ its february! unruddybloodybelievable. the yell were ace, sheffield factory goodness. appart from dan making monkeys out of me and Leeroy, pitting Leeroy against Leeroy, the swine that he is. THE SWINE! next time dan. oh-ho next time sir thou'est balls'est shall but surely be placed upon the rack and lo, Leeroy and Leeroy shall but do no lessest than the rhumba upon them. and lo. . . sir, thou shall be but surely fucked. . . .est. add to that another chapter of 'woman confuse the living hell outof me' was that beautifull beautifull woman interested in me or was it a case of, hey whos that mental looking guy-boy does he look mental. who knows, do you? does anyone? i sure as shit don't!





ITS SNOWING, ITS ONLY DONE GONE SNOWING INNIT!

for lack of a more inspiring photograph to put into todays blog, here is a capybara snuffling in the water.

todays blog thanks-

bumping into james on the bus

the yell-the age of pursuit

alice cooper-spark in the dark

the motorcycle diaries





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don't appologise!

''warning'', contains personal whinnying.





its an end of january saturday. i'm recovered from mumpage, still jobless, treacleless and farely directionless. tonight the yell play a factory in sheffield, untill then i plan on spending much of saturday drinking tea, wearing a jumper and reading ernesto che guevara's motocycle diaries. yesterday i actually went job hunting and theres a chance something may actually come of it-which means i have decisions to make. like if i'm gonna get me a motorbike or motorscooter. i also did some photography! much much needed photo therapy. playin around with the ole multi exposure technique, greatly fun-more to be done lucky for me. some of which i may just post when i get em delevoped.

lately i've found myself thinking about old times quite frequently, the old student gaff at 51 Barrs court road. gettin in from workin at the pub with some newclear browns an stayin up talkin bollocks till 4 int mornin. steve living on the settee all year, busting the bathroom door down to make sure he's not choking on his own chunder. hanging with leila-oh that fantastic leila! an then there was that mental halloween when i bought that bottle of tequila, ho ho yes that was nice an messy! an all the randoms coming an goin. most of all offcourse my brother joe. getting to know the dude, us being the first two in the house. getting boozed, chillin in the frontroom, hangovers, him helping me out with dissertation stuff (especially that 'fun' night before hand in) hallucinating mist through the house at 7.30 in the morning. ha an teaching me about cricket! he taught me much. a shout out to joe, steve, leila, sarah, sarah, granty, georgie, jon, laura anne, an ed. our mental landlords jean an jeff. caff day! roll on next weekend, when a load of us visit swindonia to see brother joe! good times expected!





spaced-best comedy, sitcom, drama type program of all time surely!


'i'm in sheffield tim'


'sheffield, what are doin in sheffield?'


'fell asleep on the tube'


'but the tube doesn't go to sheffield?'


'must've changed at kings cross'

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born to be wild-seppenwolf
mark knoppfler
these things take time-the smiths
spaced
and caffs!

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