the hiding place of d.b. cooper

same as yesterday, but this time on a weekday! ah the mental antics of a bored and unsatisfied 21 year old third year film student...

can't wait to get out of this and into a paying job that means i just search for porn in an office, surely this is what real office work is like? i've seen enough of the office, and it seems to ring true! do two hours work then pass the time... sounds like a plan, better than sitting trying to write on subject that has long since been interesting, and having you're bank balance just slip away... funds from my parents and a shite student loan- the cost of living is ignored it seems, a grand total of around £6k a year... whoa! still good luck for walking into a swamped market where you'll let the debt fester whilst signing for the dole :D

thats my plan, get as physically and mentally disturbed by living at home in a single bedded room that the greatest and purest art pours from my brain and lifts me to the realms of being in the black! come on...

a successful day, with movement from soul destroying downs (not the people, yes they are a 'race'... this is a joke, laugh) to a weird feeling of elation that only comes from doing no work and riding on a wave of isolation and poetry, actually superb! its a weird feeling knowing that you have to work your arse off, its gonna be an intense few days before a return to the homeland to see the most important people... i shall name them as flood, field, cordes, o'donnell, carter and champ-most likely , and hopefully, more than that too!

i was going to try and orchestrate a series of more important points, but for me and a certain hero of mine (1952-2002, who could it be?) 'without people you're nothing'... friends are what i live for, they make me happy and i can't wait to see my family but they will always be around and i shall know where they are, whereas it is possible for friends to get jobs taking them to places that are incredible and not just london, which differing members seem to despise and love, i in the latter category

listen to billy bragg, 'a lover sings' a fine and beautiful piece of love driven poetry, awesome!

keeping it brief(s) [kinky, sorry i love this joke its so childish and makes me smile] as its 11 and sleep is a damn good idea :)

keep it rockin'

i am a wicked child, and i'm hungry

another day, another dollar... spent at the library doing nothing much apart from discussions that induce a sense of hopelessness in life and society, all fun then

how do library discussions seem to become sounding boards for such serious subjects? to be fair they are interspersed with glances at an attractive female who passes past the table and requires a nod of acknowledgment. as well as a target of much ridicule, who oozes cool, dressed like bumblebee.

but once again the discussion of the human spirit, and how it is so powerful get woven into the fabric of highbrow all encompassing discussions of politics and history... once again surprisingly serious when i also often smatter my life with, 'those are boobs, tee hee' (also occurred, forgot about that)

bought the observer today, mainly as it came with a free film that i wanted (heathers, so...) bu its bad how serious newspapers aren't as entertaining, but full of information on the real world... after playing the game multiple times where you read the story from the sun and then think of what the headline will be (this is oft a fulfilling pursuit)

the sun is funny, and is wholly entertaining, but it is weird to see that the paper-under the same british arm of publishing as the times- is taken as 100% truth by a vast majority of the population... worrying...

one of my favourite jokes is from ricky gervais when they condemned jade goody for being racist, and then over the page having the caption 'pot noodle' under a picture of a chinese snooker player. nice! double standards?, as if... jesus, free your mind

thats papers dealt with...

watching another morris slice of gold, brasseye, 1996 and still relevant... so close to the bone and hilarious, joking about myra hyndley and peter sutcliffe! that is the beauty of channel 4, and how putting these sorta programmes on at a time when there is a limited audience allows them to be available... i'm very much a supporter of free speech, irony and sarcasm... on the subject of the bnp-don't ban them from speaking! this is retarded thinking

just allow the audience to be more educated than the stupid racist cunts, so that they can go say 'wait! these people are speaking out of their arse!' its not like britain is an island nation that is an amalgamation of european races (french, italian, german, norse...) anyway, my opinions slipping in there BUT the bnp should be allowed to say whatever they want, but their audience should be able to roundly reject every single word from these horrible human beings. taking the term british and making its definition: racist and bigoted little white men, scared of everyone and every change...

as long as you can reject what genuinely racist people say from a non-bigoted and well read (not just guardian or independent, no paper is brilliant none is wholly bad) perspective, almost out of hand, surely that makes for a better society...

for a bit of light relief: TITS LOLZ!!!!... i'm a character!

night night

keep it rockin'

where to begin

on a day that has produced absolutely zero words, i decided it necessary to create a blog. primarily, as a facebook user i get bored of it becoming a twitter board-i'm doing a shit etc etc, does anyone really care? i mean really? i think that not even your nearest and dearest cares about every second... eating? what didya eat? tasty? in detail please...

yes moaning! but also telling a small and entertaining anecdote related to a coupla interesting things... when putting off work, i was reminded of the annoyance that is michael moore... horrible images to upbeat music, toying with emotions... obviously the next logical step is the day today, a programme that i consider to be the finest piece of tv comedy ever. there is a small sketch trivialising the horror of war by setting the images to applicable pop songs... satire at its height! a programme from 1994 (taking its cues from its radio predecessor-on the hour- from 91/92) that still rings true in 2009, thats very impressive and shows the true stagnation of britain-or just possibly exploring the cyclical nature of everyday life...

but attempts to stop laughing just didnt work. in the uni library this is bad, but it is only with significant knowledge that humour can be derived. my friend, known to the common public as james, and i have a strong interest in history (with this james chappy studying it properly) and so moved onto discuss the holocaust.

first post checkpoint-the holocaust, done, lets move on...

i believe the finest film (from 2.5 i've seen on the subject) other than a short doc 'night and fog' to deal with the subject is 'life is beautiful' as it brings hope into the situatuion and for my money truely personalises it. i've seen 'schindler's list' and considered it to be too lengthy and involved in being serious that you lost sympathy with the people... i started watching 'the pianist' but it is a heart wrenching film, very difficult... back to 'life is beautiful', the film deals with the terrors in a more light hearted way-not triviliasing it in the slightest-but instead just i dunno making it not a wholly doom and gloom thing... if you've not seen it see it, and if you stay dry eyed i will pay you... thats a bad idea!

the library is basically destroying my soul, a good 15 minute arse about on the keyboard in the music room and that's my stint for today!

hope all is well

keep it rockin'

with thanks to jagger and blake

as an introduction; the name The Little Vagabond comes from a Blake poem and the blog title as an amalgamation of the stones' songs-Midnight Rambler and Moonlight Mile.

basically, thoughts, so...

putting off work on the dissertation, so finding a medium for an expression of my thoughts feelings and musings. i like swearing, chances are it will occur multiple times...

my life revolves around music, films, tv, comedy, friends, family and stuff that doesn't spring to mind. chances are, ramblings on here will be thus related!

as a hypocrite, which i totally recognise, i don't like being told stuff that i already know from a more 'knowledgeable' power as this is lecturing, so chances are there shall be elements of this. i am a third year film student, my knowledge spreads thinly...

keep it rockin'