I had a bad night’s sleep last night. A sweaty night, waking up with a mouth as dry as sawdust. I dreamt of blogging, too. I was sat here at my desk, typing about very specific things: the post office, Oasis, Dire Straits and the new restaurant that is set to open a couple of doors down from my flat. (Notice I didn’t dream about L******** F******* C***.)
So, I figure I should write something about all of those things today.
1. The post office
I don’t like going there at the best of times. The bad service and the seemingly random pricing policy being my main gripes. But yesterday when I was there, I had to pick up a letter that needed signing for. They’d tried to deliver it while I was in Istanbul, so I traipsed along to pick it up. They asked to see my ID before I could get my letter, and the woman wrote down my passport number before giving me the letter. Am I alone in worrying about this? Why do they need my passport number when I’m just picking up a letter? Am I being paranoid? This all ties in, really, with my hatred of the idea of the British government planning ID cards for all her citizens, treating everyone like criminals rather than human beings who just happen to have been born on an island just off the coast of continental Europe.
Not their music, but their artwork. You’d think the law of averages would mean that one day they’d put out a record which had good artwork. Not happened yet, though, has it? One day, Noel Gallagher’s gonna open Photoshop on his computer, play around with the filters for a few minutes, and realise that some graphic designers have been ripping him off.
3. Dire Straits
I saw something in Mojo magazine that there’s a 20th anniversary edition of Brothers In Arms coming out. My God, this makes me feel old. I was 14 when my Dad bought the tape and we had it on constant rotation (alternating with Queen’s Greatest Hits) in the car. It’s an album that I still listen to occasionally, and an album I still enjoy a lot.
That’s the name of the new restaurant that has been worked on for a while now. The last couple of days, they’ve put up signs and re-painted the ooutside of the building. And, amazingly, for two days it has managed to stay graffiti free. I’m sure that’ll change soon, though, and slide back into line with the rest of the spray-paint scarred street. Still not sure, though, what type of food they’ll be serving…