Why I hardly post here right now// Whilst no-one's looking.

I've been thinking, this is my proper online home. It's a blogspot address, with the 'heyrichey' moniker. The ultimate in internet presence. Fuck you livejournal, fuck you twitter, fuck you tumblr, Blogspot will always be the definitive place for reeling off page after page of opinion.

So I guess I better use it as such. For now I give up the whole review blog thing, my mind has hit a brick wall, nothing's sinking in much more than skin deep now, how do you analyse something in a captivating and witty sequence of sentences when your eyes and brain can hardly decipher a paragraph on a page without jumbling it all up. Yeah it's just apathy but here and now apathy rules supreme.


The subject of this blog anyway. Here in this quiet little country backwater nothing much happens for me, beyond going to work, getting extremely peeved by the hundreds of people I encounter there each and every day, coming home, downloading a bunch of music, listening to it, and eventually sleeping. Every time I try and put pen to paper, nothing comes out. Of my thoughts I mean, it's not that all the pens in my house have run out of ink or anything.

I'm currently making plans, which will either result in me returning to University in January and finally finishing my Literature degree course after a 6 year break, or returning to London in February, to live, work for a year, and come up with some kind of purpose and life plan, which I'll then take to University the following year, complete my degree after a 7 year break, and then continue onward to become a fully fledged latecoming member of real world society by the time I'm 30.

So, until my plans are in place and wheels start turning I'm afraid I don't have much to contribute. My brain is too numb and sedated from the blankness and boredom of sleepy smalltown living to spout forth anything much groundbreaking and entertaining.

As a parting shot, here is a little list of what's currently tickling my fancy:

Weezer- Raditude
Tegan & Sara
The Catherine Tate Show
Drag Me To Hell
Watching fireworks from the bedroom window
Julian Casablancas (ok the album isn't amazing but he's still the man)
Kanye West
Alphabeat
White belts (the kind you stick round your waist, not some band)
Train driver caps
Crimewatch.

With that, I bid my goodbyes,

Don't have nightmares, do sleep well xx