The guy we had the sales deal with - he seems to be on a bit of a 'Simon Cowell' illusion trip. We cancelled when I rang him up to ask why he hadn't replied to my emails for three days and heard this high, camp voice telling me "I don't like your attiude..."
"Aw, fuck off then." I said, "And send the stuff back."
Then I hung up.
He sounded llke George Formby crossed with John Innman!
I can't work with petulent people. Its just not Rock & Roll...
B-)
C

In fact we are getting a site set up to sell it ourselves direct.
Please be patient. Patience is a virtue - not one of mine, but that's beside the point.
B-)
C A JONES

I worked at the Lincoln Festival having come straight up from Bickershaw, where I snuck round the back after The Kinks set and up the stage steps when they finished because I'd smoked my first grass and was blown away by the brass section. As they filed off the stage I shook them all by the hand and congratulated them on a superb set.
I worked in one of the organiser's caravans making tea and coffee for visiting dignitaries such as Stanley Baker, who drank orange juice. (Actually, Stanley Baker's son offered to take me for a ride in his dad's helicopter - but I was in lurve, with some bastard as it turned out, so I declined.)

The chap I worked for was a film director called John, who had an eyepatch. He had twin babies that I also looked after sometimes. I bumped into him on Piccadilly Circus later. He was making a film with George Cole and we all went for a drink.

Anyway the weather was abysmal. My crowd were in an old ruined abbey so at least we were dry. I'll tell you something though; nothing can prepare you for the coldness on the back of your head when you first wash your hair under a stand-pipe tap. Ouch! It goes numb quickly though.
I thought Rory Gallagher and Vinegar Joe were great. I'd taken my first trip.
Like most people who were there a lot is lost in a haze, but I LOVED it!

Anyone who knows me will know of my battle with Orange for the last 8 months. Briefly, I was assured at the point of sale that the 3Gb allowance I got from my dongle would be more than enuf to run a MySpace account, no problem. £20 per mth. Fine. Within 3 mths I had a bill for £655 +!
I've been fighting this ever since. When I told Orange they would have to sue me they passed me to a debt collector - completely illegal. I told the company, DLC, that Orange had acted illegally in passing my account to them. After an exchange of emails and, I suspect, a consultation with their solicitor they sent an email to the effect that they 'could no longer help with [my] dispute' and had passed my case back to Orange. Round 3 to me I think.
I want Orange to take me to court so I can counterclaim for damages.

Before anyone reads this, I'd like them to understand that what I'm saying below is an accurate description of a seriously bad mood. It does NOT - by any means! - represent any kind of dogma or philosophy! I am tired of imbeciles concluding I'm a suicidal nihilist on account of my honesty in representing a state of mind. Incidentally, the title was chosen primarily because I AM a Generation X-er - that is, born between 1965 and 1975 (1974 in my case)...

Dean E. James




GENERATION X


Those god-bothering bastards - Jehovah's Witnesses - they can spot a guy on his uppers! Was it the eight cans of Holsten Pils I was carrying back home at 9:30am? Or was it just the morbid expression of someone who can't be fucking bothered? - at least until the first can has been despatched! No matter.

"Can I interest you in a new world order?", the gentleman asked.
"Sure!", I replied, neglecting to mention that it was largely down to folk like him that it would never come about in my lifetime.

The choice is clear for me: dictatorship OR suicide?!? Don't be fooled, I'm merely abstaining for now, even as I curse my idiot parents for having their respective heads too far up their arses to use contraception before the five minute fumble that was the cause of my coming into existence...

C. A. Jones
I see what some of you mean about not letting Nick Griffin on Question Time - he's a very persuasive politician - but the people he influences are unlikely to be watching Question Time. And while we are on the subject of fascism, Labour and Conservatives are both tending that way. They expect chaos to be a consequence of global warming - as indeed it will - and they are putting things in place to control us with as we speak. CCTV, biometric passports, ID cards etc.
Who'd have thought that George Orwell's 1984 was only 30 years out?
Every new law means less freedom. Counter-terrorist laws abused on a regular basis by little Hitlers from the council. Sections of society demonised to take attention from the corruption of Government - the sick, the unemployed and the immigrant.
How soon before we have 'work camps' for the "feckless poor"?
Never mind the BNP, fascism is already here.

The audience is a fickle ting. Copy all you want of I & I - soon enough, you WILL learn: talking about events is a fuck of a long way from BEING an event...

C A Jones
We were supposed to play a charity gig for a guy who fell off his fishing boat - at least that's what the landlord of The Waverley, Ilfracombe, N. Devon said. Being mad we are not allowed to earn money but I fancied a night out. What a fiasco!
1st there was no sound guy. Ok, we'll do it. 2nd there are seats and tables everywhere. Ok, we will move them. 3rd there are no mic stands. Ok, we will do instrumental. We fell over backwards 'cause it was in a good cause we thought.
Then, before we even started to play this drunken tosser at the bar calls out,
"You're shit! Its just Karaoke!"
This was to me because I was mixing the tracks on my RS7000 - all original and written by us.
Then the twat came over and got right in Dean's face.
"Its shit! Its rubbish!"
I thought Dean was gonna nut him. He carried on, "'Cause I've got an interest in it. I'm in a band."
"Yeah." said Dean, "A Red Hot Chilis cover band..." (I mean, our stuff is original and he is in a copycat band singing and playing someone else's shit - and he says WE are Karaoke?)
The guy spluttered and said, "Yeah, well. How much are you getting paid for this?"
I told him, "Its a charity gig for the guy who fell off the boat."
"Oh well, well. Its for a good cause. You only had to say..." and he shambled off back to the bar. We were so pissed off by this time that we packed our stuff, finished our pints and walked out.
We went home and got stoned.
Big up to Will who tried his best.