if you've ever found yourself thinking...

man i would like to support Jonathan in all his journalistic endeavours


THEN


this is the blog for you

tracemagazine.wordpress.com


that's right...this time last year i was just a young cub with a pocket full of dreams wanting to make a fanzine...twelve months on that dream has died...this blog is all that's left.

tell your friends' parents

Sick of all these pansy ass epidemics

Swine Flu? aye, that scared the shoite outta everyone for about eight minutes

"you've got a nerve to be asking a favour//you've got a nerve to be calling my number//havent we been through this before?//Cant you hear me calling out your name//cant you hear me banging on your door"

Have you ever listened, I mean really listened to Living La Vida Loca?

I have...I have

"a heart thats full up like landfill//a job that slowly kills you//bruises that wont heal"

Good golly if i don't love a good dramatic montage

But does Laurent Robert not seem slightly out of place here?



Alliteration really is an advertisers best friend. Last day of the season sunday? nope. See who stays up Sunday? Not quite. Premiership retention Sunday? Not even close. Survival Sunday? Now that sets the heart a-racing

I think i'll miss you most of all

"You said I'd be the one you remember as self-obsessed//Cause every fucking word that I tell you is really self-addressed"

Something Is Squeezing My Skull

I accidentally wore a Morrissey t-shirt on his 50th birthday

i really hope no-one thought it was intentional

"to die by your side//well the pleasure, the privledge is mine"

The much heralded return of the week...

is Star Trek...this is just my return to blogging

i can't commit to long posts anymore, so instead you're just gonna get my thought of the day, some will say im revolutionising blogging...others will say im just copying Matthew.

so here it is...

roast chicken and brown bread...there could not be a more boring sandwich, its the Mr. Dawson of sandwiches

i know what your thinking, three years on an his idea of topical humour remains his a-level history teacher? Yes, unashamedly so, tune in tomorrow when i shall no doubt lay the hate on ol' man ferris

"i know im alone if im with or without you//but just being around you offers me another form of relief//when the loneliness leads to bad dreams//and the bad dreams lead me to calling you//and i call you and say C'mere"

Musings on the first week of the baseball season

1. Jason Bay remains the most vanilla man on earth



2. I have never witnessed less baseball in the opening week, rain-outs, work, formals, west coast time zones mean that today's game, the sixth of the season...SIXTH, is the first sox game i shall see in its entirety



3. Laura's belief that every routine fly ball will be dropped will no doubt have been strengthened by the mets allowing two runs to score on what is the third out 9999999/10000000



4. The Marlns defence is absolutely horrible



5.Their pitching however, is going to be surprisingly solid



6. My belief that picking dreamboat in my fantasy team would kick-start his stuttering career has proved sadly overly optimistic



7. On the subject, for a guy with a job, a degree in progress and a girlfriend i spend far too much time devoted to fantasy baseball


8. Poor V-tek...even the umpire was surprised when you actually hit the ball

9. "Why did I sign with the Nationals? When you go to a club at four in the morning, and you're just waiting, waiting, a 600-pounder looks like J. Lo. And to me this is Jennifer Lopez right here. It's four in the morning. Too much to drink. So, the Nationals: Jennifer Lopez to me."

Oh Julian Tavarez...rarely have i enjoyed watching someone pitch less...however you remain unintentionally hilarious

10. Rest in peace

"you made it clear you didnt care//you never did pretend//at least in the end//you'd never try and fuck my friends"