london's burning

THEY'RE ALREADY HERE...

England is under attack. The hostile, red spacecraft landed a couple of blocks away from Big Ben...

However, until you get to see them in your neighbourhood [or in a theatre near you], the question remains the same:
If you work as a cleaner and you are supposed to have your company's offices clean and ready at eight o' clock in the morning... does that mean that your weekend starts on Fridays, at eight o'clock in the morning? If yes, is it too late for me to apply for a new career? And don't tell me you don't value the extra bonus of NOT having to actually meet your so called colleagues...

P.S. If u don't feel glamorous enough with the term "cleaner" you can always use the rather more effective "hygiene manager". It sounds stupid enough so as to impress some idiots...

read between the lines

Have a nice day

See you soon

Hope we'll meet again

Maybe we could go out sometime or something

I wish you all the best

May you live happily ever after with your lovely wife

Have a great weekend, will ya?

How was your two-week holiday?

Excellent! See you next month, then...

Your son is very sweet!

My God! It's you! I mean, how long has it been?

Yeah, I know. We're getting married in ten days.

Do you want me to show you the ring he gave me, when he proposed?

I just got back from my honeymoon!

What can I say? He's just... perfect! I am in total bliss...

He is by far the most wonderful guy I have ever met!

To cut a long story short, he's the best thing that ever happened to me. What about you, though? Any luck with your ladies?

I am flying over to Paris for a mini break. He's going to wait for me with his cabriole to the airport...

Describe him in just two words? Let me think... Great Sex! Yup, I think that will do...

Well, you know, I noticed his confidence right from the start...

So, do you STILL buy records, play games and live in this semi-abandoned flat?

Well, I guess some things never change, do they? Anyway, I hope you will be ok...

I just called to say hi... And, by the way, where do you want me to send the wedding invitation?

We should catch up sometime. What? No, can't do next week. I am going to escort somebody in the ambassador's ball...

In the movie business, ha? Good, good for you. Me? Nah, nothing special. Just flied back from New Zealand. We had an international nuclear science meeting - just the top ten scientists from around the globe... Nothing extraordinary, though. But next week, we're going to the moon and back...

God! You haven't changed a bit. Still look like a twenty five year old!!!

My old phone number is no longer in use. I will send you an sms with my new one, ok?

Where did you say you live now?

I am afraid I am not going to make it. I am out of time... Sorry about that. Have fun, though...

Give them my love, will ya?

Bye!!!


Excellent lines, all of them. But what happens when they're addressed to you by the love of your life? They kinda suck, don't they? Big time...

space invaders

They're already here.


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This Summer, the last war on Earth won't be started by humans.


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They've been planning this for a million years. And these are only the first. They'll keep coming. This is not a war. This is an extermination!

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No one would have believed in the early years of the twenty-first century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own. That as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed - and studied. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of their empire over this world. Yet, across the gulf of space, intellects vast, and cool, and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes... and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.

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Perhaps i am a man of exceptional moods. i do not know how far my experience is common. at times i suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; i seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere iconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all...

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In about 24 hours, the War Of The Worlds will have begun. Where will you be?...

multiple choice

Σου γαμάω τη ψυχολογία γιατί…
Α. είμαι σημαντικός για σένα;
Β. δεν μπαίνω στον κόπο να καταλάβω τις ανάγκες και τις ευαισθησίες σου;
Γ. είμαι ο μόνος που δεν σε «χαϊδεύω» όλη την ώρα, ώστε να σε επιβεβαιώνω;
Δ. θέλεις απλώς μία αφορμή για να έχεις γαμημένη ψυχολογία;

overnight success [not quite]

"It has been a difficult journey of late and we now realise that we have achieved what we set out to do...

Alright then, what a long strange trip it's been, but hey, all things must pass, God bless you all!"


And that was Six By Seven's farewell to arms! Nothing dramatic, nothing pretentious, nothing pomptuous, nothing... too much anything!!! One of the best guitar bands of the last decade just decided to call it a day.
But the songs remain the same... And, hey, that was a hell of a songbook...

the riddler returns

Riddle me this, Batman...
There are three men in a boat with four cigarettes but no matches. How do they manage to smoke?
Throw one cigarette overboard and make the boat a cigarette lighter

love is a battlefield

Yesterday, I was trying to tide up my old play room. So I put away all the boxes containing playmobil and lego and subbuteo teams, action figures and lots of toy soldiers. I intented on giving them away to some charity organisation. But I was too tired to finish the job, so I left them in the corner… But… would you believe that?… I woke up at six o clock in the morning because of the noise: bullets, bombs, rockets, screaming, fighting and that bloody smoke! I couldn’t even breath… But when I opened the door… here’s what I saw. I am lucky I had my cell phone camera along, otherwise, you’d say I am kidding ya…

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

It's getting hard to wake up in the morning,
My head is spinning constantly. How can it be
How could I be so blind to this addiction
If I don't stop the next one's gonna be me.
Only emptiness remains, it replaces all, all the pain.
Won't you come out and play with me

the riddle

There's a room in my mind where no one can ever enter...

The [magic] mushroom

for a moment there... you were riding on my shoulder

I want you to take a moment, and I want you to look each other in the eyes. I want you to put each other in your hearts forever because forever is about to happen here in just a few minutes.

Being perfect is not about winning. It's about you and your relationship with yourself, your family and your friends. Being perfect is about being able to look your friends in the eye and know that you didn’t let them down because you told them the truth. And that truth is you did everything you could. There wasn’t one more thing you could've done. Can you live in that moment as best you can, with clear eyes, and love in your heart, with joy in your heart? If you can do that gentlemen - you're perfect! And I want you to put that in your hearts. Boys my heart is full. My heart is full.


I'll miss the heat…

I'll miss the lights…

wuthering heights

Don’t ask me
What you know is true
Don’t have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I told you
That we could fly
’cause we all have wings
But some of us don’t know why

I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I’d make wine from your tears

singing the same theme

Everytime you go away
You take a piece of me with you


Can’t you see we’ve got everything?...

sex as a weapon of mass destruction

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful

I swam across
I jumped across on you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I pulled a string
I pulled a string for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look at the stars look how they shine for you

Do puppets [on a string] have skin and bones? Well, even if they don’t, they sure as hell have not a low sex drive either…

shoot that poison arrow

Ι heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music, do you?…
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

Well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you?
but remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

Leonard Cohen, John Cale, Jeff Buckley, Rufus Wainwright, Lucky Jim, Bono, Alison Crowe, kd lang

[holding out for a] HERO

When you try your best but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired that you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try, you'll never know
Just what you're worth

I promise you I will learn from the mistakes

LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME
AND IGNITE YOUR BONES
AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

[ Coldlpay, "Fix You" - fix it even if it ain't broken, then... :-) ]

Gromit is my new hero [not that I ever had an old one…]. He’s a dog. Of British origins. He never speaks. So, ok, he’s not exactly the perfect companion for a crazy Saturday night, but Saturday night only lasts, erm, one night a week. And Gromit can be excused for that very night… So, yes, I am positive, Gromit is my hero.

But I am yours. Your hero. Your rock star…

vampires walkin’ through the valley

“Why do we fall, Bruce, why do we fall?
So that we’ll learn to pick up ourselves…”

Alfred Pennyworth, trying to persuade master Wayne that even Batman is a man. And every man falls sometimes. Every single one...

Some fall in the ground. Some fall behind. Some fall from great heights, screaming their way down. Some fall big time, so they crash for good. Some fall over and over again, addicted to their own mistakes. Some fall just for fun. Some climb higher and higher but they feel like falling. Some are whistling the Free Fallin’ tune. Some fall down, they collapse… Some fall apart, searching hopelessly for an inner strength they never had in the first place. Some fall on others because, even in bad times, they cannot deal with reality. Some fall about, in order to exorcise their demons. Some fall among others, because they cannot bear the thought of being special. Some fall away, unable to compete with timeworn routine. Some fall back so as never to be forced to claim something. Some fall for money or power. Some fall flat on their faces, just because they aimed too high or because others want them to be the fall guys. Some just fall into line because they feel they deserve nothing more. Some fall out with each other. Some fall over themselves and still never manage to get it right. Some fall short – you know, shit happens. Some fall through and crash into a wall. Some fall back on a faded memory. Some just fall asleep before making up their minds.

And there are some who fall in love. Head over he..ll

Oh life bugger [off]

That’s me in the corner…
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my patience
Trying to keep up with work
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

But that was just a dream

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed

I hate this song. And I am not a big fan of R.E.M. either

But I am so frustrated right now. I am so fucking furious, I could even pick up a fight against Mike Tyson. Yeah, alright, I’d lose big time and probably couldn’t even walk back home on two legs… BUT… at least the pain would scare away the anger.

Cause you can call me many names. You can accuse me of many things. You can say I am always nagging, I am lazy, I am not responsible, I am playing stupid, I am worthless as a friend, I am a selfish lover, that I should get a life beyond my imaginary music world, whatever the fuck you want! BUT YOU CANNOT EVEN DARE TO SAY I AM UNFAIR! AND, EVEN WORSE, YOU CANNOT JUST IMPLY THAT WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR, JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOW I AM FAIR ENOUGH NOT TO GET BACK AT YOU!!! AS FAIR AS ONE CAN BE, ACTUALLY...

Isn’t it the most exasperating thing? To play it safe, by provoking a guy who you know is not going to return the “compliments” because he, in total contrast to you, respects some basic things?

You will never read this post. I wouldn’t ever give you the fucking honour to read my actual thoughts and feelings. You will never know. You can fuck off – but, quite probably, that’s exactly what you would like to do instead of making my life miserable. Newsflash: you cannot do that. You can only try – and then fail. [both the fucking and the making miserable parts... :-) ]

And, oops, how about that?…

I think I thought I saw you try

save the last dance for me

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol
and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you
are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
sprit-crushing game shows
Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing you last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats
You have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.

But why the fuck would anyone want to do a thing like that?

It’s been almost a decade since Renton did his monologue, reading Irvine Welsh lines over PF Project’s techno sounds…

I have chosen lots of jobs since then. A couple of unfinished careers. A television that big I cannot afford to buy it. A car. No washing machine whatsoever. Too many cd players to mention. I open the tins myself, no electricity needed, thank you. My health is fine, although I am not much of a sleeper. I tend to keep my cholesterol low and my dental smile as white as possible. I avoid mortgage, payments and repairs in general. I choose my friends among the ones who choose me first. I’d like a luxurious suite on a holiday abroad. I've always ben more into DIY punk than DIY IKEA furniture. My wear is not that stylish, as I only replace clothes that are too old but not that old to be old-fashioned. I have a great couch, a gift from my best man, but usually, I lie there, I don’t sit. I hate watching tv, so if I had one, I’d use it for my playstation games. I used to love junk food but now it all tastes the same so I am not up for it. I may be miserable and I may be rotten, but I won’t be the judge of that. I am not in a position to embarrass anyone apart from myself. The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades…

I have chosen lots of other things as well, some way more important than the ones mentioned above. Some choices were crucial, some proved to be wrong, some are still in question, some don’t worth bothering. You could say that I even have few regrets but, more or less, I’ve had my share of all flavors, so I got no complaints…

However, I never felt that I had to choose a life. And If I did… then… I am doomed – ‘cause I haven’t realized that the life I am living is the life I once chose. Like a true Nick Hornby hero, I prefer my options open – that’s why I still keep my final choice for later, like the most delicious bite from your food, that you technically corner at the side of your plate. Save the best for last, they say… Well… why am I beginning to wonder whether that “last” is not that far away after all?…