Singing

Are quite a lot of professional singers quite quiet in general? I mainly ask this because I’ve been singing all afternoon, trying to recite lyrics (it’s not going incredibly) for tonight’s gig. Every time I talk I’m fed up with the sound of my own voice. Lucky I’m only singing six songs, otherwise everyone else will feel the same. I know my voice is far from professional standard, but good singers still have to put up with the sound they make all the time.

Maybe it is just me being a shit singer and forgetting all the lyrics. Very frustrating.

I’m gonna stay silent from now on…

Proceed to Checkout

Proceed to checkout – a button we all press, but none of us really like doing it. The moment of hesitation always seems far too long. “Do I want to spend my hard earned (or not so, if it’s a government loan) money on this piece of crap I’ve never seen in real life, only on the internet? I don’t know the condition it’s in and I’m not sure if I trust the seller.” Then you always click on it anyway.

It nears the point of no return. I recently paid approximately £20 on the Risk board game. The hovering over the button was hard work that day. It’s an incredible game, but is any board game worth three hours of work-time? I just hope it gets used regularly.

Then, there’s the button that should technically be worse: the “pay” button, but it never seems as hard. Once you’ve got to the checkout, you’re in for the long haul. I suppose it must be linked to the checkouts in RL. If you take one item to the counter (e.g. a DVD in HMV) you’d feel like a complete muppet turning round and saying “nah, actually, I don’t want this”. Everyone would think you were a moron. The decision moment is when you pick up the case and decide whether you’re going to walk to the checkout with it or not – thus the proceed to checkout button is the hard button to press.

It’s not important anyway.

A Simpler Happier Time

I remember that once upon a time life was more simple than this. I had some money that I didn’t need because I was living at home. I knew what I was doing. I didn’t have any addictions. Family life was fine. I’m thinking, if only it was possible to go back in time to my first day at sixth form with the knowledge I have now. That’d be amazing.

I wake up every morning hoping that I’ve woken up in a parallel universe. An easier, simpler one. It’s not to be though.

I’ll just have to try and live with it.

Um Bongo

Um Bongo, Um Bongo, They drink it in the Congo

Or so it says on the side of the carton. But do they really drink it in the Congo? Wikipedia says:

It is particularly famous for its long running (sung) slogan of “They Drink It In The Congo”, used with the accompanying animated television advert since the 1980s. However, Um Bongo is not marketed in either the Republic of the Congo or the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

So why would they say it’s drunk over there? What’s the incentive for people to buy a drink that’s drunk in the Congo (even if it isn’t)? What’s the point? Are more people gonna buy it because it’s drunk somewhere in central Africa? Are they allowed to market something false like this?

I got two of them free with the Independent today, so I don’t mind.

Coffee

Being woken up by a loud “TA-DAAAA” and a coffee is probably the best way to get up in the morning. Oh, and followed by an episode of Father Ted before I leave.

Status Qui?

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Bedtime

You know that feeling you get when you were ready for bed an hour ago, and then you actually get in bed and feel the pillow encase your head and the soft duvet settling on your legs? That’s a feeling worth staying up that little bit later for…

Sweet dreams, my few readers.