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I've never really had obsessive compulsive fan disorder before but god damn, he's so hot... so the direction of this blog has gone from well... um... somewhat manic to all things Mr Edgar! WooHoo! Well for the forseeable future anyhoo... until I run outta things to say about him... but well when thats happens I'll just post pictures of his pretty face for us all to hail.

As such, its probably only right that I mention his new album Color Strip which is due to be released on the 3rd April. You can order from the trusty Amazon.

You can listen to some of his tunes from this album on his MySpace.

1. (It's just a) JUMP TO THE LEFT, with hands UP.

2. A STEP TO THE RIGHT (Time-Warper ANNETTE FUNICELLO suggests a very WIDE step.)

3.* (With your hands on your HIPS) YOU BRING YOUR KNEES IN TIGHT.

4. (Then) THE PELVIC THRUST (if repeated FIVE times, it nearly drives you insa-a-ane)

5. HIPSWIVEL (if not driven insa-a-ane by step four)

6. LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!

* Those with LIMB DISABILITIES may find it necessary to ALTER or DELETE this action, but NO EXCUSES for alterations to steps four and five

Sorry for randomness... just got in from work, want to type but my fingers are tired along with everything else. Tempted to text the ex... nooo, don't do it, its so good being single... but want some attention

This bloody music isn't helping, 'Sexy Boy' by Air (?!), lets have something else... 'Caught Out There' by Kelis. Not really relevant, he didn't actually do anything wrong especially not cheating but its a good anti-men (or anti-sexy boy) song nonetheless.

Eh, can't be bothered... going bed

In local news this week...

A dog eats a thong? 12-14 Asda 'George' thong if you were wondering.

He also ate a crisp packet, a piece of string and two leaves.

Apparently...

Sort of... others may call it Spring.

I'm a bit optimistic but I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. Okay, that's a bit exaggerated too, there was a blue sky with white fluffy clouds. I opened my window and waved my hand out of it to check the temperature, I couldn't feel any cold breeze, not exactly any warm breeze either but um... WooHoo... its 'temperate', 'ambient', 'mild', whatever you wanna call it.

So the subject of how we are all going to spend this extra hour of sunlight may have already been pondered, but if anyone has any suitably mental suggestions I'd like to hear em. Is there a solstice to celebrate the coming of Spring?

I am now off to compose a compilation of sweet summery tunes, my first will be Air's, 'All I Need' and maybe 'La Femme d'Argent'...

Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm

Jimmy Edgar

DJ from Detroit. I'm currently listening to 'I Wanna Be Your STD'

Dubious title I know but it sounds good!

If you're interested in listening to the nectar from this glove wearing god, you can download (legally of course) two free tracks of his from:

HERE

Ever thought when having a look through your photo albums,

"How will I explain that one to my grandchildren?",

Hopeful, I know, given that I don't even have children yet but forward thinking, forward thinking...

Remember that stupid geezer, David Blaine?

Starving himself in a box, never really heard of him again did we? Look at all those dumb people standing there as well, watching him. I mean I was just a passer by, walking along Tower bridge, I was capturing the stupidity of it all.

Just thought I'd, um, share that with you... maybe you have a similarly pointless moment in history captured in your photo album.

Well I'm supposed to be reading Pynchon's V aren't I? Its a bit hard and makes my brain hurt. Its one of those books where you have to keep re-reading bits so you can get it and move on. When I'm reading, I'm always a bit naughty and flick forward to get a taster of whats going to happen.

Time describes of it, "Few books haunt the waking or sleeping mind, but this is one".

Well it did a bit last night, when I had a flick forward to page 370 and it read,

She turned to him, moving her legs apart: "Hush..."

"Can't you see," growing excited though it was now the last thing he wanted, "that whenever I, any schlemihl lets a girl think there is a past, or a secret dream that can't be talked about, why Rachel that's a con job. Is all it is." As if SHROUD were prompting him: "There's nothing inside. Only the scungille shell. Dear girl," saying it as phony as he knew how, "schlemihls know this and use it, because they know most girls need mystery, something romantic there. Because a girl knows her man would be only a bore if she found out everything there was to know. I know you're thinking now: the poor boy, why does he put himself down like that. And I'm using this love that you still, poor stupe, think is two-way to come like this between your legs, like this, and take, never thinking how you feel, caring about whether you come only so I can think of myself as good enough to make you come..."

So he talked, all the way through, till both had done and he rolled on his back to feel traditionally sad.

I lay awake thinking, how many blokes have I been with think like that?

Anyhoo, it didn't worry me too much, but that extract will stay with me if I do meet someone else, like a new found knowledge.

Oh and if you have a MySpace,

I do too

I don't blog on it because I'm rather partial to this one. However, there is a beautiful version of 'Dream a Little Dream' covered by Meanwhiles which is worth checking out on my profile.

St Jean de Luz, France

I spend a lot of my time reminiscing... too much. I'd probably get a lot more done if I didn't daydream as much. So anyway, its so bloody cold here at the moment, I'm dreaming of being there. It was me summer hols destination last year, near Biarritz it is... the Basque area of France/Spain is fantastic and you can get cheap Ryanair flights to Biarritz (teeny weeny airport) from Stansted. People are lovely and warm, which helps as my french and spanish are both dire and the food, mmmm...

Give yourself a tickle if you haven't done so already on

Tickle

These tests have provided me with a valuable insight into my inner self....

Pearls of wisdom such as:

What are you looking for in a relationship?
A Frisky Fling

Which 'Love Heart' are you?
Hot Stuff

Do you have a guardian animal?
Harry Potter Owls

What zodiac sign should you be?
Scorpio I'm actually a Saggitarius

Try it and discover something about yourself that you may, or may not or didn't want to know about.

Oh and if you're wondering what my 'type' is, according to tickle,

its Bad Lad

I'm off to find out what kind of troublemaker I am...

Time 01.25

Was gonna blog but me eyes are hurting, still felt like writing. So this is coming via bed, lying horizontal, notebook stood on me chest. I've even included the view from where I'm lying... a painting I did of Sagrada Familia a while back, hangs on the bedroom wall.

I'm writing with a crappy biro, sure I had a better pen than this.

Nearly finished 'Stump' by Niall Griffiths, not as good as his others that I've read but I love him so I won't criticise too much. Next, I'm attempting Pynchon's 'V'. My dad says, "always read the newspaper a bit above your station". Why? Will it make me a better person? If I read broadsheet? I try and do it with other things though, such as books, keeps the mind sharp. And food, bit of a food snob I am... too right, if its going in my body I have every right to be a bit picky with it.

Seal my heart
Make it nice
Know me from the start
No suprise

Let me on your side
Lay it down
I'm feeling the nights rewind
Like you're still around

Dress yourself in
Need tonight
Left wide open
In the dimming light

Stand above me right there
Where she stood
Love me and leave me bare
Like I know you could...

Steal my heart
Make it right
Make it easy
No suprise

Reconnect my head
Turn me down
Just lead me the way you led
Like you're still around...

Thats the Meanwhiles 'Ecstasy' I'm listening to while writing this. I love their music, its so shaggable. I think I fell in love with the lyrics before I fell in love with the music. And Josh's voice, its so nice.

Me arm hurts a bit now, in this position.

Still lamenting on the break-up. I'm not too cut up which is wierd for me, I'm usually so emotional, maybe it'll hit me later. I just think I was waiting for him to say "I love you", sad I know, I'm just a hopeless romantic. But I waited long enough, six months, I'd say thats a reasonable length of time. Maybe I was testing him which is a bit cruel on my part. You may think, "well why didn't you tell him that you loved him?" which I did consider myself...

However, if you've ever listened to 'Laura's Diary', Scott Mills, Radio 1. You may remember when she finally told her boyfriend,

"I love you"

and his reply was,

"I know"

I forgot to brush me hair when I got out of the bath. Can't be bothered now. It'll be like a bird's nest when I wake up though. My arm is proper hurting now and I got a bit of a headache.

Time 02.22

Have you ever broken up with someone and kind of not really meant to?

My other posts have been a bit vague about him but thats only because of the unrealistic fear that he may find, read and laugh his arse off about what I've written about him.

But anyhoo, we met at work. He was the office junior, me a fee earner. So there was a kind of power thing going on, not that much like given that my position wasn't actually any more powerful than his. And hes a whole year younger than me which is amusing but not when he said "I turned down this 16yr old who works in the chippy, I told her I've got a date with a hot older woman".

We started off going out after work with some of our other work friends. To be honest, I think it was my drunken dance moves and singing into my beer bottle that attracted him to me. So much so that we went out together, just the two of us, one night. Everything was going well until some bloke from the office seen us kissing.

You can't have any secrets in the office even when you're not in the office. I come off worse, made me sound like a man eater. Especially taking into account some of my other escapades which is another story.

But anyway, I don't work there anymore but we continued seeing each other. However, I recently kind of told a big porker and ended things. I won't tell you what that big stinking lie is yet but I didn't mean for things to end. I think I just wanted some drama, I dunno.

So we met up in the pub on Tuesday and even though we were over, I still thought it was a clever idea to dress a bit sexy, I'm not sure why. So we proceeded to talk utter crap for about an hour then left. I walked with him and he stopped at the fountain for us to part ways. I kissed him which I think kind of suprised him but well, he didn't say no.

We ended up sleeping together. All I can say is I'm glad I thought ahead and wore AP instead of some big M&S efforts. I made him take a duvet day the next morning which was funny, listening him construct a lie as bad as mine to feed to the manager.

But now it really is over and I feel daft but perhaps I should see this as a good opportunity to sort my life out without any distractions.