The Goth types are still at my house, they arrived on Saturday for what I thought was 1 night and there still here and its Tuesday - will they ever leave. You would have thought that I wouldnt necesarrily complain about an 18yr old girl walking around in a leather corset (did actually happen last night) but no, instead I am disturbed by the fact that anyone could be willing to travel on the London Underground looking like that, plus it was quite a cold night dont want her to catch neumonia now. Then there's the boyfriend a 25yr old guy who is if im honest pretty dull - he talks only about his lame music and telling us about how he is the data inputting or sorting or sommat guy at his parents hot dog factory - posh and boring. They mope around in their all black outfits, they even go on my computer for hours on end playing loud music but possibly the worst thing of all they actually saw Pete Doherty ay a train station and didnt appreciate the fact that they were next to the most amazing dude in the world ever. Losers!

School still pointless, went in today for a nice 5min chat with my form tutor then went home, utterly, utterly pointless.

I could throw in some other news but I wont because of the sheer numbers of people(mates) who read the blog now

Finally Bob Geldoff is a legend i've been singing i dont like mondays non stop for the last couple days - I now wear the white band on the left wrist just like him. Farewell lovely readers (btw if at least 4 ppl leave comments on this blog i will have reached 100 comments since starting)

Ahhh there's nowt quite like 10hrs in front of a television set watching live music, yes, ok being there would be even better but at least this way I had a half decent view of what was happening.

Started well with a bit of Sir Paul McCartney and U2, was happy as larry, by the time Snoop Dog was on I was so comfy that even my dislike for such an 'artist' wasnt enough to make me move but when Mariah Carey came on I was out like a shot, nothing could make me stay through that racket the only worse punishment i could think of would be celine dion or barbara strysand. As an event though generally quite appealing with the likes of Razorlight, The Killers and Snow Patrol being the Highlights - I cant call Pete Doherty's cameo appearance even a highlight really, you could barely hear him next to the overpowering noise made by Elton John, trust sir Elton to put a downer on the day. A set from babyshambles would have only improved the day, c'mon Bob next time remember the Shambles.

Something that startled me though, the complete disreguard for any watershed, with bands such as Greenday and Snoop shizzley Mcdoodly dozzle dizzle doggy dog playing you can imagine the odd prefanity was tossed about but to my amazement these acts were put on at around 6o'clock when the mild mannered Joss Stone  wasn't on till much later. But even with such bands on early you would at least expect an apology from the BBC, but no, nothing.

On other news staying at my house this weekend are a couple of extremely posh sounding Yorkshire born miserable Goths. Not only do they laugh at the fact that music exists beyond the realms of dark underground gigs (the reason they are staying at my house is there is sommat happening in London) they speak in posh accents spurting "mother does this" or other posh phrases, it makes my skin curl.

Toodles!

There is nothing predictable about human activity, an individual person may be predicatble for an example some people have an amazing talent to kill any joke that has been put before them, its like magic - but as a race you never know what is going to happen.

First of all, the thriving world of Blogspirit appears to have come to a hault, the bloggers who I respond to have all stopped blogging, Why, usually I get a new blog to read once every couple days but no, none for a solid week, come on people work it.

Also the amazing art of Gossiping, one of the main reasons i start a blog is to write stuff for my sake of getting it off my chest and none of my mates knew about it - it started well, the occasional reply from an unknown person half way accross the world. But now some how (well largely due to PNB showing them) nearly all my mates know where to find it - What is the fucking point.

Since ive been back at school for the past couple of days i think ive written on 1 sheet of paper and had about 8 free periods. Normally u wud think great, but why bother its such a fucking waste of my not particularly well used time.

Fuck U All... Ant