Again, it’s been too long since one of these posts reared it’s ugly head. Am I going out tonight? probably not. I had umpteen beers and a heart to heart with bestest dudette Rebecca last night, which caused me to down some pints fo high strengether G&T’s and partake in some horrific grooving to The Prodigy like an absolute idiot in Gay 46!!
But that shouldn’t stop you guys from trying to spread your filth across Laugavegur tonight from B5 to Dillons Bar. Personally. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you scumbags as you try to worm your way into a female’s inner crevices don’t believe me? Then take my friend Alfie’s word for it - You guys are the classiest!
As for soundtracks, let pump our way back to 1987….
Well this is a little earlier than when most of these posts are done for a special reason. For myself and Mrs Sex Farm are off to a Wedding! With a FREE BAR! (woo) and a sick ass bunch of Canadian will be there too (the bride being exchanged for goods just happens to come from Canadialand).
so for all you bi-lingual, easygoing, fucking…. reasonable canucks out there. This one’s for you!
Man it’s been a Sunny day today. And it was still nice and cool (only 7c), but i’ve spent the day writing and chopping down massive trees, like a…. lumberjack! God i’m so manly.
And afterwards i tore the head of a seagull and drank it’s blood, purely for the hormones and protein. Will i be going out tonight? Hmmm. I don’t know. Make me an offer i can’t refuse. And in return i will promise to to violate your sensibilities with the music below…
I’m sure that people will be going to bars and listening to all sorts of cool music acting all posed and polished and stuff. Not me though. My beard has now acquired sentience and is currently trying to annex my face by force. Meanwhile i have been and curry, so i think i will be getting my bovver boots on and attempting to turn the town red with the souls of peer meek mortals this evening.
It’s Saturday and it’s the time when the walls of decency come tumbling down in a very messy way. tonight is going to be busy and unusually hard on the senses and the sensibilities and to make sure that the blackouts go along swimmingly i need the soundtrack to ensure that we will all end up in the circle of hell reserved for arseholes and beatheads…
My GOD I’m feeling rather manly at the moment. I impersonated a marathon runner today by sweating out a 14km run at the gym followed by beers and writing work, looking all like a Poundland version of Ernest Hemingway. Man i feel like i was born to run, to commune with the animals in the wild, to eat raw flesh and taste the blood in my mouth.
But in reality what this means is that I’m probably going to watch some Eurovision trash with Mrs Sex Farm later on tonight. will Magni FINALLY realise his destiny at being the most rocking contestant ever to reach the finals? Or will horse face lady who like wearing togas and playing the violin steal the day? Who know? Who ares?
But I’ve been a good boy of late. Now is the time to not be a good boy. So maybe afterwards, i should go out and taste the salty nightlife that Reykjavik thinks it can offer me….
In what can only be a serious dereliction of blogging duties, this is actually the first SNFM I’ve posted in 2012. this is, even by my own slack standards, fucking shocking. So it’s best to get this sorted out ASAP with some of the finest pop abominations crafted by man (and sometimes woman).
Will i be going out tonight? Err….. very unlikely. Have a few friends out last night where we had our own Burns night. I made a few kilos of Haggis and we all ate our fill while drinking nearly two litres of finest quality single malt. In the end my friend Louder and myself were drunkenly chatting till 6.30 IN THE MORNING. I only woke up late this afternoon. Urgh. Saturday be write off. i will start writing music related stuff tomorrow.
It’s one week till Christmas! And you know what means? Yes, downtown has become a mass frenzy with hordes of cow people desperately trying to buy tons of shit they don’t need, with money they can´t afford to have, for people they don´t like to be around with. People are getting twitchy and antsy. “What the fuck am I going to buy my wife/girlfriend/person i share a bed with?” you hear legions of poor sweaty, broken men, before settling on some books and cocoa butter for the skin.
And it´s also the last weekend to get some practice drinking in before the season’s drinking starts in earnest. What what need is a good soundtrack to chugg those Jagerbombs and dance like a leering buffoon to attract the ladies with….
Well it’s approaching the end of the week as the local populace have worked themselves into the ground and are look for an opportunity, nay ANY opportunity to blow off steam in the most disgusting and self debasing way possible.
But you know what i say? complete and total self-destruction of the body and soul just goes so much better with some 80s soul based power ballads. The perfect musical accompaniment to those loveless drunken ramblings that you attempt to perform with the opposite sex just so she’ll let you insert your gnarled greasy member into her barren love canyon. Good times eh?
As for me, I’ll actually be going out to listen to some dark, nasty threatening music in a small disused factory. A man of culture i be! Carry on…
