After hearing so much about it, I finally ended up watching This Is Spinal Tap last night. Apart from the obvious reasons to be really impressed by it, upon reflection, I find that it's equally massive for making some legitimately heavy subjects sort of just bounce by without making you realise the kind of stinging commentary it is on rock-'n-roll. I once termed this, none too creatively, as the 'giant beachball effect' and I'm glad I found another piece of work to conveniently categorise as such.
The Stone Roses' "Waterfall" has been playing in my head all day. It suits the weather these days. These days have made the distinction between day and night feel a little meaningless. I can completely understand why people living on the wrong side of the sixty-six and a half degree latitude live in such depression and misery. I cannot wait to get home. And beyond. :)
Also, Leeds have drawn an away tie at Arsenal in the third round of this year's FA Cup. Shouldn't there be a rule formalising a past giant-killers' exemption in the Cup? Or is it even possible to imagine that a day as perfect as January 3, 2010 will occur again?
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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