Andy's Land of Adventure

Putting It Back In Order

Oops, yeah, I missed one

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Peanut Butter Jelly With A Baseball Bat

I just got sent this by Laurent. All I can ask is "What. The. Hell"!?!

Getting Back To The Old Skool

I was having a look for an old school hip hop album and a hip hop mix album that I'm after (Ministry of Sound Back to the Old Skool and Cut The Fuck Up if anyone has a copy of either) to download and I found two great but very different things. Firstly was this track. "Why the fuck did you eat my babies". I mean, what the hell? I had a listen to the track and it should be "Why the hell did you make this rubbish", and I also came across this and had blog it. If the underground had this going on all the time I'd gladly get on a put up with the cramped sweltering conditions and the blistering heat that we have to endure down there.

I've always liked old skool hip hop like Run DMC, Grandmaster Flash and so on, but these days it's not hip hop; it's rap. Someone should really get their act together when labelling these artists. Anyway, these guys are called Naturally Seven - http://www.n7house.de - a seven piece New York based hip hop / rap / gospel / soul group that do everything with their voices. I really like beatbox too (when it's good that is), and these guys do an amazing job of it. Check it out.

It's also pretty funny listening to what Chris Rock has to say about defending rap music. Gotta love that Chris Rock fella

Do You Do Liver?

Sometimes, the oldest jokes are the best

GTA IV - Dude, I Think I Just Filled The Cup

I've never really gotten excited about the release of a game before, but I have to say fuck me sideways!!! I cannot wait for this!!!

If you want to see the mega high-res HD version, trek over to http://www.rockstargames.com and find it on there. It's so worth it!

I Can't Get No Sleep

Yesterday I had the day off work to recover, and damn was it needed. You see, Tuesday night Rozamundo and I got the train of fun down to Brighton to see Faithless play at the Brighton Centre. I was a little apprehensive about the whole thing because I don't really know a lot of their stuff outside of the Reverence album and a few of their hits, so I had a feeling I'd be standing in the middle of a room of sweaty ravers being the only one not singing along. How wrong I was.

When they came out after the support act "Calvin" the place just erupted as they'd decided to kick things off with Insomnia, which of course everyone knew. That was all it took for me to roll up the sleeves on my just purchased "God is a DJ t-shirt" (that I'm going to change to say "Andy is a DJ") and dance like some crazed lunatic, arms a-waving and feet a-jumping. Raving that close to a bunch of sweaty people was suddenly fun, until some woman in stilettos jumped on my toe. That hurt!. They pulled out some great songs like Weapons Of Mass Destruction and God Is A DJ and ultimately finished with the ever classic Salva Mea. The woman who did Dido's usual songs was really good, but the crowd only seemed interested in the jumping around songs. We Come 1 was particularly good for getting the crowd together, so someone standing next to me was always half a second late in her "one" shout.

It was odd that over the course of the night, the same people kept trying to buy drugs off me (I blame the rolled up t-shirt and the sweat) especially one guy who I thought said was called Mike. But more about him later. Once all the gig was done, we trekked over to Walkabout for a swift pint before the last train was going to leave at 00:20; or so we thought. Not trusting our better nature I rang National Rail Enquiries and asked when the last train back to London was. "23:37" was the reply from the woman on the other end of the phone. "Shit", I said, looking at my watch. It had just gone 23:30. We legged it about 100 yards up the road until Roz had to stop to catch her breath. It must be early days at the gym still for her. As I dragged her along we were quickly running out of time and we pelted up the high street towards the station. Fortunately a taxi drove by which we managed to flag down and jump in. We got to the station, ploughed through the barriers and got on the train just as the doors were closing. Talk about cutting it close. Spending the night in Brighton would have been no fun at all.

We walked down the train a bit looking for a seat and found one to plonk ourselves down on, and who should be sitting opposite us, but Mike; though apparently his name was Lee, not Mike. God knows how I'd mixed that up! Anyway, we got talking to him, his mate and his wife and their daughter (who didn't actually say a single thing) and was having a cracking laugh with them. Then, some other guy came walking down the train asking if people had weed that they'd swap for pills. Typical that Mike had been hunting all night for them without success and then finds some on the train ride home. Anyway, they did a little swap and the other guy (whose name escapes me) rebelliously sparked up a joint on the train and passed it round. How naughty!

That aside, we finally arrived back at Blackfriars about 00:30 and after 15 minutes of walking we found another taxi and got back to mine about 1:00ish. Not wanting to hit the hey quite yet, we watched a few episodes of Peep Show and a couple of DVDs before finally getting to sleep about 5:00am. This is why I booked the day off.

I'd planned to spend yesterday tidying the flat for viewing by potential new housemates on Monday (more about that at a later date) but I was far too tired so vegged out with Roz all day either watching films on the sofa or passed out asleep. Before I knew it, the day had gone, but not before I cooked us some damn fine fajitas (if I do say so myself). All-in-all, it was a pretty awesome day and a half!

I've added a couple of videos from the gig so you can see what you missed out on. The sound quality isn't amazing as it's off my camera phone, but you get the idea. Watch out for Roz throwing some questionable shapes in the Salva Mea video.

Insomnia

Salva Mea

Thanks For The Beer, Mate

Whilst doing my background research on the Towers Of London I came across the video and it's genius, damn genius. He so had it coming.

Country & Western Sucks

American Hicks are a funny bunch. As you can see in this clip, Top Gear proved it. It's amazing how far you can fall with a few generations of in-breeding

Everyone Knows You're A Dirty Little Tart

Genius, pure genius. Thanks to Steve for the link (it's audio only)

A Dark Lit Place, Or Your Place Or My Place

For the last five days I've had one song on my head, probably because I keep listening to it on repeat. There's just something about it that makes me want to listen to it over and over again. Maybe it's the lyrics

"I am imagining a dark lit place,
Or your place or my place.
I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you,
I wanna make you move because you're standing still,
If you body matches what your eyes can do,
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

It's that line "If you body matches what your eyes can do" that I love so much. I can imagine being in a club and seeing someone with 'come get me' eyes and thinking "If she can move anything like those eyes suggests that she can then wow wow wee waa". Have a listen and judge for yourself