L'ete est arrive!
After goading the weather in my previous posts we have finally had a few weeks of sunshine, below gale force winds and temperatures that enable the gentleman to wear suitable summer attire of short trousers, a natty sun hat and once again place the tweed back in the wardrobe.
After this resounding success I thought I'd try my goading skills out on Jesus. If I can change weather patterns why can't I apply the same principle to the second coming. For the first time in years I dusted off some classic vinyl (having recently re-purchased a turntable). Black Sabbath's eponymous and Slayer's Hell Awaits have both been played backwards on a regular basis (you miss out on soo much with CD's). I have been moshing round the bedroom to the back catalogue of Bathory (unfortunately I couldn't get hold of a severed goats head or loin cloth big enough) much to Lisa's dismay. The music is, surprisingly, growing on Lise but I can report that the messiah has not yet arrived. So there's two reasons in my mind:
A) Richard Dawkins is right - because I can't goad any reaction, let alone materialisation, from the omnipotent being - he does not exist.
B) Richard Dawkins is right - The fact that there is no god means there is no devil either - therefore, me playing my satanic records backwards was just an evil gimmick to trick me out of my pocket money and would never actually work. Yes I feel cheap and dirty, but that's rock and roll for you.
So, we've been here for six whole months already!! Wahoo! Japanese has become the new Indian but apart from that it's the same same but different. Time has flown and we've crammed loads in, including:
Big Day Out: My highlights were Muse, Trivium and the John Butler Trio
Wellington Cup race day: 10 races, no winners, no places, no feckin clue what was going on!
X-Air: Crazy dudes on bmx's, skateboards, things with wheels and sometimes without wheels.
Roger and Bruce's party: Indeed! back down on the west coast having a ball with the locals.
Cuba St Carnival: Great bands but they need to learn that a parade with shite kiwi noises is just bloody embarrassing.
