Dom's Rambles

Would you fucking believe it, twenty four years with a totally unblemished driving license until this morning. I take a fucking shortcut around the Cathedral and the cops (although ‘paramilitary traffic wardens’ would better describe their contemporary role) appear out of nowhere, pull me over and write me up for driving in the fucking bus lane. A sixty quid fine and three bastarding points – not to mention the ignominy of being breathalysed in full view of the rush hour commuters!
I’ve a good mind to write to Jeremy Clarkson about this.

...comes a cartoon for Valentine's Day.

There's a folder in my iTunes library called 'Guilty Pleasures' where I keep all those cheesy pop songs unbefitting such an unassailably authentic rock 'n' roller as myself. Notables entries include Oh Babe What Would You Say by Hurricane Smith, Rhythm of the Night by Corona, Tarzan Boy by Baltimora, I'd Rather Jack by The Reynolds Girls and everything Shakatak ever recorded.
This week - and after Radio 1 have been plugging the thing to the max - I've added another: Fascination by the Danish group Alphabeat.
The look and sound of the band is so unashamedly Eighties you'd think the video had sprung out of some ancient Music Box archive. Nevertheless, Fascination is about as perfect a pop song as you can get and, mark my words, this lot are going to be huge (plus I'm a total sucker for flirty women in footless tights).

Well, Chris obviously isn’t dead of a smack overdose – as the last vaguely credible reports had it –he’s married to an American girl and has been living in Texas for the last three years. Following the chat we had on Friday night it seems like this year’s holiday is pretty much sorted out - a Stateside Dogs D’Amoose reunion which, I’ve been assured, will be a three week long piss up involving beach parties (he’s a stone’s throw from the gulf coast), shark fishing and automatic weaponry.
That leaves only one major player in the Down & Out… story to be accounted for - the girl I called Mötley Süe (although more than one report has it that she’s now married to the former glass collector from the Wapentake).
In other news I haven’t got much blog/website writing done recently as I’ve been spending all my spare time filling in job application forms and have also been trying to psyche myself up to ask out a certain female (I nearly managed it on Tuesday evening but chickened out at the last minute). The main problem is that I can't figure out whether she’s flirting around me or is just being friendly. For example, we were chatting about movies the other day and when I asked whether she’d been to see I Am Legend she told me:
“I’d love to see it but I haven’t got anyone to go with.”

She said the same thing when I asked her about Cloverfield.
And Sweeny Todd.
And No Country For Old Men.
Am I failing to pick up on something here?
Getting back to the subject of the website, I see from the stats that our Ms Harvey has returned to these shores and dropped by the other day and also that someone from McKinnells Solicitors came across the site via a search on my name and spent quite some time browsing around. Now that has got me wondering – and more than a little bit paranoid - especially as I don’t recognise anyone on their staff roster. That said, my legal department has assured me that, as long as I don’t use anyone’s real name, I should be fairly safe from libel writs.

I went to see Cloverfield on Sunday afternoon - what a fucking awesome movie!

While we're waiting for the lowdown on Chris and his activities over the past few years (he's calling me on Saturday evening) I've put together an updated Down & Out... slideshow which encompasses the last few batches of photos that my adoring public has sent me. Right click here to get the slideshow and to view simply double click the icon once it's safely downloaded onto your PC.

This latest show lasts over 39 minutes, contains close on 400 photos and has a soundtrack of stomping rock night anthems, namely,