CHIQUITAS

We should resurrect this brilliance. Honestly.

...And the whole filthy process begins again

BLOODY HELL!

Dear Readers

Punk rock has the power to change the world,
It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl,
So don’t let anyone tell you you’re not worth the earth,
These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf,
Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ve got to give in,
Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything,
Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel,
Tear up the book and write your own damn rules,
Use all that heart, hope and soul that you’ve got,
And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut,
And realise that the other world that you’re always looking for,
Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door,
And it’s up to you to go out there and paint the canvas,
After all, you were put on the earth to do this,
So shine your light so bright that all can see,
Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be,
Throw your fist in the air in solidarity,
And shout “Viva la punk, just one life, anarchy”
The King Blues - What If Punk Never Happened

We haven't blogged in a while. That's the best I can do on low inspiration.
- a.

GET A LOAD OF THIS SHIT

It's been common knowledge for some time now that I'm a fucking awesome singer, so I thought it was about time I got my name out there, you know? Anyway, so the video attached is my rendition of James Blunt's 'Goodbye my Lover' Peace Out. (PS: The sound's a little dodgy, so it sounds best if you listen to it from just your left headphone.) Further Peace out.

Do I wear too much leather? Does this mean anything worrying?

So I've spent the weekend up in the Lakes with those people I happen to live with, (you know, I would have put 'annoying' or 'God awful' in there, but believe it or not, they do seem to have grown on me,) and its natural beauty stays as -erm- unchanged as ever. That's just the problem though...it's just the same as it ever was. Same hills and trees and shit. Christ- We even stayed in the same room in the same hotel we stayed in three years ago, and it still has the same bloody bedspreads! Nothing in that place ever alters. It's like a time-warp for badgers slate and walking poles. Even The sort of people you get in the Lake District fall into three basic categories:

1. The Fleece Brigade "Hello, nice to see you fellow citizen of the world. I have come from down south for a jolly old stroll" WARNING: Avoid at all costs. Identifiable by the latest titanium insulated hats, maps in a little plastic container and heavy duty rucksacks. They are the hardcore ramblers and yet, do not really belong in the Lake District, but posses an enthusiasm most would consider borders on the mental illness front.

2. The Harris Tweeds "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER GELL, IT'S ONLY A BIT OF HORSE SHIT" The Fleeces aspire to be this, but true Tweeds are subtly different in that they're normally more middle class, red faced and can be seen halfway up a mountain with nothing but a flat cap, a walking stick and a hip flask to their name. Tend to sneer at anyone who doesn't have to punt through miles of shite to get downstairs every morning.

3. Heels and Handbags "What do you mean there isn't a Starbucks for twenty miles?" I fall into this category. Those unfortunate souls who didn't know what the hell they signed up for and try to ghyl scramble in four inch heels. They like the Lakes for its many 'I saw you coming' shops, but believe, ultimately, that mountains etc. are best viewed from the bottom.

Right, so I went a little off topic there... structure-wise this post is abysmal...How the hell am I supposed to get to leather from here?

ANYWAY, LEATHER.

So it's no secret, I love leather. I love wearing leather, it's warm, it lasts forever, improves with age and never goes out of fashion. Maybe I love it so much because it's so much like me...

To properly illustrate my point, I'm just going to list the leather items I possess:

1 jacket
2 pairs of calf length boots
1 pair of ankle boots
1 Handbag

Now see, when written down, this doesn't seem like a lot. But when worn together...well that's when it starts to get a little odd.

So I stroll into Lakeland (The shop in Ambleside that specialises in leather items,) wearing my leather jacket, a pair of calf length leather boots and a leather handbag over my shoulder, and yet I still feel the compulsion to buy- a frankly GORGEOUS, by the way- pair of leather gloves. They were red and beautiful and they had them in a size 8 and the stitching on them was just AMAZING and they were all soft and they looked reaaaallly good, and...and...

Ok, so do I have a problem? Why this love of leather? Am I some sort of closet dominatrix? Do they do counselling for that?

OH GOD HELP.

RIGROGANOFFNESSERZ'S BLOG

Hi guys! :D
After saying that I'd leave it alone, I've decided to go back to
IFITMATTERSATALL.BLOGSPOT.COM
in an attempt to collect my thoughts.
Of course, I'll still blog on here - even if our reception is pretty awful...
So, if you don't follow me, go ahead. I've missed having my own blog.
- a.

To (not) do list:

Since the list is ever growing, I thought it prudent to chart our many future ventures. You know, all of those ones we'll definitely do at some point:

-Write all those songs and shit
-Write our Oscar winning film about the human struggle of two women who simply want to wash-up by hand in a dishwasher dominated world.
-Start our kitchen utensil based hair-styling business.

There's more, right? I can't remember.

Liking the new background.

God, my posts are getting a bit stale...I need some self-indulgence to lighten it up a bit.