Mudafuckas, I got inked!

Picture the scene, Edinburgh 20th November, just seen the Gaslight Anthem rock the shit out of the HMV Picturehouse the night before, and now driving around Edinburgh trying to find a tattoo place to get my first tattoo. Thankfully, I wasn't alone.

Daryl, Shiggs and Paul were with me. Paul didn't get inked, and the rest of us got the same tatt. In different places, obviously.

That's actually Shigg's, his is inside right bicep, mine is inside left, Daryl's is right arm, underneath the two moles. Haha.

It means alot to me, especially staying true to yourself, friends and family. That's my take on it, anyway. Also, the song is fucking amazing (It's by Deez Nuts, if you didn't know).

Anyway, the first of many to come!

Last year as a teenager. Fuck.

Well, I turned 19 on Saturday, my last year as a teenager, and still so much to do. Fuck, better get going, then.

Anyway, three of us from the band made a video. We switched around instruments. I went on Sticks, and the bassist Daryl took over acoustic guitar. We practiced once, and this is what we got.

Ego (Acoustic Cover)

Tomorrow, Daryl is coming round and we're gonna try and lay some tracks down. We're looking at a gig in January as having 2 original songs done. Making a 5-6 song set. Hopefully it can be done.

Give the video a watch, and leave a comment letting me know what you think, it will be greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism is definitely welcomed.

Bored? Blog!

Well, if there was any an excuse to write something here, now is the time. I'm sitting here, it's 23:22 and I'm bored out of my skin. FIFA is on in the background, but I've just about had enough of it. Now, it's time to do the thing I love most: Speak Shit.

I've decided on my first tattoo. Me and three other mates are going to see The Gaslight Anthem in Edinburgh on the 19th of this month, so three of us are getting "Stay True" tattooed somewhere on our body. I'm gonna go for inside left bicep. So fucking excited, and it's gonna be the start of things to come.

I'm honestly so fucking bored.

Oh, Hat. My hat. Bought it in a little shop when I was in NYC. Only cost me $5, and it's fucking killer. I'll try and find a picture of a similar hat, because I'm too lazy to take a picture of the thing itself, and someone might try and replicate my look, fucking stalkers.

Looks very similar to that. It's fucking ace. Yeah, like mind-blowingly ace. When I strut into a room wearing Brian (named after Brian Fallon, and also Brian Johnson, who wear similar attire), Women swoon and Men think about attacking me with whatever blunt object is nearby. Fuck them. Haters hate.


I heard a song the other day and it is fucking beautiful, here you go. Watch it. Oooooh, how I wish I could write songs as simple, yet amazing as that. 9 Crimes - Damien Rice

This has to be the most unstructured blog of all time. Care. Going back to my motto- "Haters hate."

I wish I was a gangster.

Sleep isn't for the weak!

Well, I did it. I went against my word, and went to see Paranormal Activity 2. Fuck. That fucking thing got me jumping like shit. Although, now that I'm back home, I don't actually feel too bad. Thought I would struggle to get some sleep, but I'm actually in the mood to get my slumber on.

I'll play it safe and stick on The Hangover or something to fall asleep to, you know... Just in case.

Oh, watched "Due Date" before Paranormal Activity 2, and it was fucking hil-ah-rious. Zach Galifianakis* (not sure if that's how it's spelt, but I'm sure it's a pretty fucking great stab), always makes me laugh, and his beard is fucking killer.

Both films I recommend highly. Get on it, people!


*YES! I WAS FUCKING RIGHT, SUCK THAT SHIT.

Sleep is for the weak!

Ok. So i was forced, in no uncertain terms, to watch Paranormal Activity by my good, now to be ex, friend Scott.

Now, I had only previously, on two occasions, managed to get to the fucking freaky ass bit where she, well to be honest, most of the film is fucking freaky. Anyway, on a cold winter's night, I was made to watch this "film" (it should be classed as a form of torture, as I was on edge the whole time).

Fuck seeing number 2, and fuck sleeping tonight. That is fucking all.

I have a band, they play music.

For four two hour sessions, I've been playing music with four other really talented musicians. And I mean really talented. The singer in the band is a 16 year old girl, and honestly, her voice is amazing. The drummer is my mate from work, he's eccentric, just like any really good drummer is, and the bassist is a new mate of mine who has pretty much the same taste in music as me. The lead guitarist, though. Holy shit. He can fairly fucking play. Tabs? He don't need them. "Ah, stick the song on, and I'll work it out." Three minutes later and we're jamming away to "Gimme Shelter" by the Rolling Stones. I'm rhythm guitarist, and because the others in the band are so good, it means I really have to step up my game. It's good. It keeps me healthy.

Unfortunately, we don't have any of our own songs written yet, but I'm working on it. Also, we don't have a name. Oh, well. That can be the last thing we think of.

Anyway, this wasn't really keeping in tone with my other posts which were very light hearted. So, I think I'll take this serious note and write about my favourite bands.

The Gaslight Anthem

You know when you listen to a song, and you go "Wow! That's fucking cool, who's that band?" Well, watching Glastonbury 2009 (well, it was on in the background while I read Aberdeen Mad or something), I heard a Johnny Cash-meets-the Clash type song. A toe-tapping rhythm that made me watch the TV with intent. Seeing a guy with tattoos up to his neck, all down his arm, and on his knuckles, soulfully sing his way through a punk-meets-country beat was almost alien to me. I later found this song was called "Casanova, Baby" from the second album ("The '59 Sound") by a New Jersey band called "The Gaslight Anthem." Needless to say, this album hit me like a ton of bricks. The obvious influence from Motown, Punk-Rock and many others was right up my alley and, after catching the rest of their 20-Minute Glastonbury set, I quickly set about gathering the whole back catalogue. This opened me to a whole other host of bands that I normally wouldn't listen to, and for that I will forever be grateful to Brian Fallon, Alex R, Alex L and Benny.

Top 3 Songs:
1. Blue Jeans and White T-Shirts
2. Casanova, Baby
3. 1930

Against Me!

The DIY ethics of early Against Me! will forever be stuck with me. The simplicity, yet passion and Impact that are in the songs of "The Acoustic EP," "Reinventing Axl Rose," and "...As the Eternal Cowboy," will Always be stuck with me. The thought that a song can be as complicated as you like, but will not be truly great unless the lyrics mean something, the passion is pure and the attitude of doing what makes you feel happy is the most important aspect. I also love the fact that this band have explored new directions, and almost evolved their sound. People can call this "selling-out" or whatever bullshit they like, but to me, this band will always be so important to me, as they basically made me get off my ass and do something with my music.

Top 3 Songs:
1. We Laugh At Danger (And Break All The Rules)
2. Walking Is Still Honest
3. Joy

Deez Nuts

Rap/Hardcore Punk mix of the finest. JJ Peters is so fucking talented, doing all the tracks himself (with special guests). Formerly the drummer in I Killed The Prom Queen, he took to the mic and the result is just awesome. His "Fuck what you think" attitude and love for his friends will always be close to my heart, and I've tried to live by some of his morals, as they are actually very genuine. A close group of friends is vital.

Top 3 Songs:
1. Stay True
2. Sex Sells
3. I Hustle Everyday

These three bands are my favourites, but special mentions to AC/DC (made me fall in love with guitar and rock music), Bruce Springsteen (his story-telling and song-writing are second to none), Iron Maiden (made me fall in love with proper Heavy Metal), N.W.A (thanks to them, I love rap music) and Gallows (Punk. Proper British Punk).

I love MUSIC!

Imaginary Friend, I don't need you!

Yes! Followers. At fucking last.

So, to celebrate the new additions to my blog family (that's right, see what you've signed up for now?), I'm going to get some pictures up of October 30th, the day before Halloween. I didn't do anything on Halloween because the big even was on the 30th.

Introducing the "Even Stuart Wouldn't Ride Her" Cup. Bowling, with a twist. Morphsuits. That's right, Morphsuits. 8 Red vs 8 Blue. The names were drawn from a hat, singles first, then everyone would pair up and play doubles. Ended up a draw. 3 tiny, insignificant pins in it. I wouldn't have had it any other way, to be perfectly honest. Everyone had a great time, and nobody had the embarrassment of losing to haunt them until the end of days. They did get really fucking drunk, though.

Honestly, the state some of my mates got in. The one at the front, Light blue hot pants and yellow socks? Done by 8pm. The bowling started at 6pm. Thank fuck I don't drink and could take him home. He was out on his ass half the time. Yeah, alcohol and waxed bowling lanes really don't work.

I'm the red one in the oversized beanie and flowery shorts, by the way, just in case you ever see me in that attire walking down the street. That's what I usually wear, so I was pretty much in my element.


I'm fucking tired, so this was a pretty subdued blog. Next post will be with a fully rejuvenated me, so remember to check back.

Oh, and thanks to the new followers. At least I've stopped speaking to myself.
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I've become a blogger!

Well, this is it. Bigger than Take That getting back together with the other fat one (not Gary Barlow). More exciting than any record Justin Bieber has made. More anticipated than Michael Jackson's failed comeback. Yes, I have started blogging.

I've never done this before, so here's where I can finally kick off into the unknown. Only problem is there is nobody following me to hear what I have to say. Does that mean I can say whatever I want? Awesome.

I never cared for the Godfather.

Thank fuck nobody saw that, i'm sure that could get alot of negative press, but hey-ho, the Press don't even know who I am. Not yet. And i don't mean that in a "I'm away to shoot the shit out of the last remaining Beatle, Paul McCartney," (Ringo doesn't count. He's shit).

Anyway, i'm starting to like this, I can just ramble shit. Well, they do say to work to your strengths.

Until next time, invisible followers.