October 2010
110 posts
I Am Legion. By Pete Um.
Uh oh, the TV thinks it’s Christmas.
Ah I see we’re going past the Relate offices. Happy memories.
I liked a YouTube video — Um - I Blame Apollo http://youtu.be/zuWNqHPub6U?a
I wrote about Peel when he died: http://www.umbusiness.co.uk/?p=202 #keepingitpeel
I’d like to dedicate this tweet to Prince Rogers Nelson.
Tip for the rapist massive there.
I uploaded a YouTube video — WANTS TO WORK http://youtu.be/eHsQQ_cqp90?a
RT @wikileaks: NYT tabloid smear piece eviscerated by own readers http://bit.ly/9LThx9
Baldock. The glittering jewel in east anglia’s ironic sense of humour.
I only ever go to Royston for one reason, unintentionally…
Touchscreens are great but I often seem to be trying to touch an area several pixels square whilst on a bus.
Case in point I had to write that three times before it tweeted.
Young chap behind me has tiny fluffy puppy & inexhaustible supply of female attention.
I do have intermittent coverage and shaky hands though.
RT @Pickledjhon: Rock night in @foggysbar #Petersfield tonight! Mr Kamikaze & The British Public! http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid …
London, tonight: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=157855934244576 Me, Epworth, Doozer, Taxidemist…
League football seems to be struggling with late capitalism at the moment, but that’s just my impression perhaps.
That’s a terrible sentence.
I’m like Eeyore in a Che Guevara T-shirt.
Could turn on my computer but I don’t want to wake up my son, who I am unable to convince the council stays with me.
Could go downstairs and eat but then I’d wake up bex who is sofa surfing in her own home because of the transylvanian tattooists.
Could get up and have a shower in the dark, the bathroom light being broken, but that seems a bit misery-inducing to start the day.
On the day the cuts were announced I bought a 2nd hand xylophone. I can’t live in your world.
I’m a cultural dissident. Fuck Lord Sugar.
Might just give up Um & do a project called Boomkat & ape the month’s flavours. The press would be fun to write, at least.
It would be ok if it was a month, but its so sloooooow.
All the ideas on my next album are going to be recorded off an 80s VHS, then recopied until bathed in warm, fuzzy nth generational hiss.
Bitter, bitter, bitter…
Work.
Class paintball.
We’re all Frankies man.
Last time I vote Tory.
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3 gates of security, tvs in every room & a ring of them round the pool. Meritocratic with sprinkled.
My fellow serfs on the course were on about working for the Sheik & how you can’t use a mobile on the job at all.
Sprinkles. I’m on a bus.
Suttuation. I’m hearing disco strings and shit!
Oh great. Camo-boy is back.
Oh that was to the quirky composer @ergophizmiz
I mean by mistake. X
… And all the men would want to be me. Alas they’re all smoking in the car park.
WELL ROTTED HORSE MANURE READY NOW 50p A BAG. You slags. X
I was kind of imagining that when I got my tupperware box of middle-eastern salad out all the women would want to fuck me …
Sutton on the isle. http://twitpic.com/2z0o60
Feeling kinda nihilistic and edgy. No point though cos I’m in sutton waiting for a bus.
Must remind myself that I live in Cambridge and not Atlanta or wherever.
Sutton on the isle, sutton on the isle, sutton on the muthafuckin’ godamn isle.
Does anyone else worry about ending tweets with a kiss when using Twitter on your phone?
