Rainy Days

It has been raining for six days now. Initially I welcomed the change of temperature, it really
emphasized a change in the seasons. It meant I could start to consider the change in style from
autumn to winter; reintroduce scarfs, consider the purchase of a new coat, hit up the warehouse for some fresh beanies, soup, duvets, slippers.
Alas I was like the proverbial child in a sweet shop.
Unfortunately however this notion has changed. "Jog on Rain" I say.
I certainly wouldn't mind if it was just cold.
Just cold is swell, just cold means you can do stuff, just cold means your roof doesn't leak (thanks Quinovic), just cold means your shoes stay dry, just cold means the populous avoids the "Drowned rat" syndrome.....
I must confess though there is one I like about the incessant rain and that is how it transforms our apartment in to a massive fish tank whereby we play the role of fish. I kid you not. The rain on the roof combined with our complex guttering system creates an underwater ambiance, true to life on Sealab 2021.

Wow first blog in a month and I seem to be stuck on rain. Hmm lets
see if i can turn this one around.
I'm going to blame my lack of writing on the fact May happens to be
my birthday month (weak I know). Therefore in the spirit of aging
I have been collecting my thoughts and reflecting on what the next chapter has in store.
This is what I came up with :

"Write drunk. Edit sober" thanks Hemingway.

On that note anyone who hasn't read Hemingway's Fiesta should
do so right away. This book is ultra enjoyable. Similar in vein to The Great Gatsby, the story entertains aristocratic 20-something Americans living in Paris Post World War 1. Its a life of Pernod, champagne, food and elitist hobbies. Which definitely strikes a cord with any modern day 20-something who fancies themselves a chance in the 1920s. Don't try tell me you haven't thought you belong in a time elsewhere. Little imaginings of running around all Art Deco and fancy free, or strutting round town in a bowler with a cane and a fine looking dame on your arm.

What I find interesting about a book like this is how it would have been received to an audience of the time? I mean would someone who wasn't part of the bourgeois society be at all interested in reading about well to do people of their period? I certainly for one would not be remotely interested in reading about fictionalised socialites of today, that shit would be fucking tedious. They have nothing on the class and sophistication of early money.

Anyway read it, its good.

New LCD Soundsystem is out as well. Listen its good also.