Oh crazy Adam and his little Ants… making hiss-tor-ree
Before I get all sentimental about past history and then making future history… have you seen Adam lately? On one hand… bonkers… on the other hand, holy feck the man is 57.
And he has some great ink.
And has a certain way with a hat.
And he has some pretty amazing facial topiary.
Anyway, enough about my first pop star crush and on to the future, Captain Kirk.
Long Dreamscape session today - damned good therapy - talks about self-awareness, selfishness, self-abuse, self-respect and sell-by-dates.
It was pretty great to be honest - made me realize how far I’ve come in 2012 - not just the detox and the writing therapy but just how everyone says I am much happier since May.
And that is a damned good feeling… lighter and brighter and feeling a lot less shiter.
I made shiter up, it’s not a word.
And future history?
Well today the book got another step closer to completion (counting down the HOURS now…. eeek) and although we struggled with Glasto tickets (at the moment… oh believe me, I will be a muddy panda in June 2013) the dates are in the diary - and dates for Vegas 2013 also being done.
Making our own little marks on the world… feels good. Very good.
The Dreamscape adventure continues… making history, my friend… making history.
Old Shit, New Shit… Eels… Ah it works on so many levels… eels being shifty bastards you can’t get a grip of… and old shit and new shit… but shit all the same.
I’ve spent the last month writing a book for launch and it is going pretty fucking well - not bad for a lazy fat disgusting c**t as I was so eloquently described in one email exchange.
And yeah I have used that diatribe of bollocks to pretty good effect so I have to say ta very much for the four-word appraisal!
The thing that has amazed me and then, by turns pissed me off about people is just how brilliant some of the people are that I’ve interviewed. One of them is sixteen and runs a media company… one of them has signed to a record label… one of them has presented to the House of Lords before his 20th birthday… one has a 13-week TV series and he’s only just 22… seriously the list goes on.
These are kids (and I use the word advisedly) that start with nothing and don’t use excuses to stop cracking on with their lives.
They don’t moan, they don’t blame others… they man the fuck up… and they are awesome.
I’m pretty certain we all know people that blame everyone / everything for their current circumstance and I used to be really sympathetic about it - but seeing so many people growing a pair of metaphorical bollocks and making a go of their time on this planet…
Well, I feel no sympathy for the old shit or, indeed their new shit.
This weekend… checking The Wrekin to watch the Welsh hordes gather at a distance, eating Greggs pasties, drinking fizzy drinks and seeing how many teeth they still have left in their head. Add to that… cinema, sunshine, dreamscapes…
Life is good… Glasto 2013 is ready to go… tickets tantalizingly close - and Vegas 2013 is a go, cap’n!
Spiderman by Ramones… a day for Superheroes!
The eldest cub rocked back to the Panda Nest and we chitted and chatted - we sorted out various relationship problems and agreed that tomorrow would be a fine day to go see Batman. Oh yes.
I have my cape ironed and ready for I am Pandaman… the lazy fat disgusting c**t will be allowed out (I’m actually kinda getting used to my new nickname, to be honest - it’s a good motivator!)
Anyhoo… to prepare for tomorrow, we hunkered down to The Dark Knight tonight so we could bang on about how brilliant Heath Ledger was in it - and how I could probably pull off that look. Yeah, it’s a Friday… it’s the way we roll.
Add to that… well I have been asked to write a book with a superdude and look at how we put it out as an App… and I maybe waddling (like any lazy fat disgusting c**t does) back to Cairo for a few months.
More time in the sandpit… I know the cubs are OK and coped (way) better than I did last time I went so I am happier about going. Plus… the UK… fucking wet.
On top of THAT… trips to-and-from Athens to see Alketa… hey, life can be good. I guess sometimes… whilst I was told that I might be someone’s junk but someone else’s treasure, I kinda didn’t spot that I had junk of my own! The junk is gone… the skip in Maadi has some of it - but there’s a fucking binful of the stuff dumped in the UK too.
The Vegas 2013 Program gathers momentum - looking for a steeper zip to go down - and now spoke to a company about a hike down the Grand Canyon to camp in the Canyon overnight.
It’s starting to rock.
Spiderpanda, Spiderpanda… does whatever a Spiderpanda can!