i cant shake this feeling 87. or. too much computer time sundi.

okay so i'm posting another youtube music video. now i'm very conscious that shoving these at people too much is not good. but i always feel that i'm doing it legitimatly and not just for the sake of it.
this song evokes great and powerful and very real emotions in me and i just want it to be part of my blog, to be there as i feel that it should. i'm also conscious that its my bloody blog and no fucker else will probably see it ha ha ha, which is fine. and hey if they (that would be you fair reader) do then i hope they will listen and maybe get an idea of why i think this is so deserving of post.
and god i'd bloody love to see them live!



thank you.


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theres too many kings wanna hold you down 86. or. furry psychedelic excellent'ness

hello!

i went to see the 'psychedelic furs' on wednesday in lovely birmingham itself-they were fucking excellent, absolutely fucking excellent!!
they sound good on record but are massively better live, richard buttlers voice is incredible, the bloke coudnt stand still ha ha, gesticulating all over the place and having a great time



the sound in the HMV institute was perfect too, i had a great time despite being on my billy no mates! i'm massively back into gigging-so many bands i wanto se! motorhead next i think-for like the 4th or 5th time ;)



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85 an is it possible i have an actual connection. or. #gasp# well fuck me!

oh aye the engineer actualy rocked up when ee was sposed to. so theres a genuine possibility i'll actually resume bein a blogger and will once again be-






with a shit ton of love from elrossiter x x

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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you have the face of a duck. or. its an 83 it is.

very melancholic today. melancholic mondi. had a decent enough weekend, yesterday was a lush chill fest. just apprehensive about the upcoming weekend i spose, hey-ho, worrying about ut obv doesnt help but what can you do.

reading the star maker by olaf stapleton-look it up! best cover ever man.

good book too. think thats it fer now. guess i just wanted to say hello.


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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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birmingham. fashion photographer 81. or. i'm going to/ . to be a/ .

yes indeedy doody. ole elrossiter is off to start a new life in the exciting city of birmingham as a fashion photographer. yes. ia am. yes. i start on monday the 12th of july. yes!
onwards and upwards baby!! yes this is the latest crazy twist in my turny life and boy is it a big one. i'll be doing photography for a living, anything is possible from here-the sky's the limit if i apply myself and want it enough. and i'm moving citys for the second time. under completely different circumstances ofcourse, this time i'll be operating without a safety net. hjopefully i'll have more flat viewings booked in for this friday. did i mention i havent found anywhere to live yet, i didnt! shit. yeah i'll be crashing at my brothers for a bit and commuting the rest until i've found a beautiful gaff of my own.
moseleys such a fantastic place though, honestly man its lovely and leafey and chilled out. brilliant place to live. i've two more shifts left at the restaurant i'm currently inhabiting, i'm not particularly sad about leaving as nearly all of the amazing people i've come to know and love have already moved on. except for the one adventuring in america though we're not sure what she'll be doing when she gets back. i do miss them though, such amazing, vibrant people really!!

bloody ell yeah, big things. i'll well happy but i'll feel better when i'm settled into my new place. looking forward to the divine comedy at the moseley folk festival. not to mention the bunnymen at tramlines!

all in all-good times.



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after this mahoosive interlude......back to your regularly scheduled bullshit x

this coffee tastes like shit! a customer said to me today.

i'm still here 79. or. she stroked a kitten in her lap thursdi

yeah i've been a slack blogger of late, we'll all just have to live with it i spose.

i will probly ramble and make little sense (so whats fucking new exactly) this is due to the fact that its been a rough bloody 3 weeks or so! but this man and his lovely bad seeds have helped-





i was looking for the proper studio video but all the embedding has denied scrawled all over itso i came upon this live video which is actually better in some ways. it has great sound and shows how much he puts into the gigs-which i've heard are fucking good! but with music that is so massively personal the gigs can be nothing but. you can see above how the audience are watching ole matey boy nick wearing his heart on his sleeve. i'd LOVE to see them man. so i've been listenin mostly to the 'no more shall we part' and 'let love in' albums on good ole 'WE7' as weel as bowies 'low' album which has very strong feelings and memories for me! go on an ask me why!





also i'm thinkin an hopin in some respects that i'll get a job that will involve some typing computery skills in the near future. so this is practice right? RIGHT?? i know you computer pixie people all agree with me, your silence is testament to that.



best thing on the telly at the moment 'wonders of the solar system' hosted by the fantastic professor brian cox!! ask me what i've learnt i dare you. to be fair-don't bother. i'll dedicate a full blog to it as its that genius!

and new doctor who. i thought the first epp was LUSH! and matt smith will be a brilliant doctor.

so much has beem goin on in the recent past that i can't put any of it down....in the future prehaps.


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you know that feeling when.....or. 78 it is an'all

when you've put your bread into the toaster, set it to three (ha ha ha) and your waiting for it to pop up. your suddenly utterly lost in thoughts, stood right in front of your toaster, you fancy some jam, good ole toast and jam. its late and the house is silent, you've had a busy day, so much goin on and so much to think about and then you shit yourself as the toast pops up!! your entire upper body spasms at the sound of the mechanism rushing the toasted bread up towards you-ready to be buttered and jammed and eaten greedily.
then you calm yourself and get on with it ha ha-its not just me is it?! TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE KNOWS OF WHAT I SPEAK??!!?



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