Waxin’ lyrical.

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One of the biggest problems I had with my last blog (this is the last time I’ll mention it. Because, well, fuck it to be honest) is that I seemed to do a lot of pissing and moaning about a whole bunch of things that didn’t really merit the time it takes to pen (type) a scathing diatribe. Sure, we all have our own pet-peeves and aggravations, but they have to go hand-in-hand with the things that we love. It’s about balance people.

So in the interest of addressing the aforementioned balance, which veered toward the morbid in previous now defunct editions (Shit, mentioned it again. Arrrggghh.. I must stop), here’s a few things that always put a smile on my face.

I’ll start with The Dark Knight. I’m sure the observant amongst you will have noticed the picture of The Joker that’s sitting pretty on top of my blog, and it’s there along with the others to symbolise a few of my favourite things. I love that movie for so many reasons. I love it because it’s the single-most fantastically well executed comic-book movie ever created and I doubt it will ever be surpassed. I love the dark element of comics, and I love those that take the fantastical and ground that concept in reality. The Dark Knight does that with such brilliance that it more than holds its own against the great crime movies out there and admirably encapsulates the line between good and evil and the extents travelled by either party. Most of all I love it for the fact The Joker is the first screen character that’s articulated a feeling I’ve always had; “The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules”. I found myself jaw-to-the-floor when I watched on the big screen the day it was released with my then girlfriend (someone who incidentally would rather sit through ‘Twilight’… Yeah I know, that’s what I thought too.) and I remember walking out of the cinema as blown away as I think I’ve ever been. Only the film Irreversible has affected me as much, but that was for different reasons. You’ll know what I mean if you’ve seen it.

I love stupid humour or spectacular put-downs. A few of my friends have the gift of delivery, meaning some things that they say have me a drooling mess purely because of the way they say them. I’m an unabashed sucker for anyone that can make me laugh. You could burn my house to the ground and dispose a years supply of your Cat’s fecal matter into my record collection, but I’d forgive you that and pretty much anything if you can make me laugh.  I love laughing until my eyes fill up with water and I can’t get a coherent word out due to stomach convulsions. I love having a good piss-take battle, I love people who don’t take themselves seriously and turn their humour inward.  I love the banter at my workplace.

I love music. I love French dance and electronica, I love really obscure little acoustic numbers, thunderous electro records and old-school Hip-Hop.  I love Disco and Funk. I love when every hair on you body stands on end that first time you hear something spectacular, or those moments in a club when a classic comes on and you become overwhelmed with the desire to throw shapes in the church of dance and reach skyward for the lasers.

I love girls who are different and know what they want. I love intelligent girls with an opinion that’s their own and not one handed down to them by a group of banal friends or years of enforced conformity. I love boobs, but what heterosexual man doesn’t? I love sexy midriffs and legs. I love gorgeous eyes and a pretty face. I love girls that are sexy in their own way. I love girls that like to cuddle and watch a movie and go explore places. I love girls that are happy being who they are and don’t give a fuck about who may not like it.

I love the sheer euphoria of nights out with my friends and whilst they may be few and far between these days, I love the memory of the past gone days where we really shook things up and let people know we were there. I love the fact that even if I’m in my thirties now I know there are still a good few of those nights left in me. I love the girls who, on those nights out, take a peculiar interest in the amount of hair I have and the fact that invariably I’m wearing a headband to keep it from taking the room over. In fact I love my hair cut. It’s fucked up and all over the place and suits me down to the ground.

I love a lot of things, and if you’ve taken the time to read my blog, I love you too.

In my headphones:

• Too Cool For School by Revolvo
• Hallucinex by Stereolab
• Odyssey by Pryda
• Lady Venom by Swollen Members
• Fresh by Daft Punk

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