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Derren Brown in Blackpool omgzzzzz

destroysomethingbeautiful:

My day started by getting woken up far too early after a late night and resulting in me going back to bed yet not sleeping so I was fucking knackered on the train to Blackpool from Wigan which sucked cause I couldn’t sleep cause of fucking loud mouth scousers on the phone. I won’t say much about the actual show itself on the off chance someone is going to see him as he’s still got loads of sold out shows left to do as well as about 6573836854 shows in London. It was genuinely impressive though and he got the biggest laugh of the night by an impromptu impression of Stewie from Family Guy. “Brian look at me I’m a stripper” which after looking up on YouTube I will given Derren’s impression a 10 out of 10. It’s better than that fucking freak who does that annoying one of BBC Three. Asking you to send in your introductions. Funny thing is the guy does that is from “Manchester” accord to the BBC’s lazy generic labelling of geographical positioning isn’t from Manchester at all but I don’t work for the BBC so whatez.

The guy who does the Stewie impression for that shit advert on BBC Three used to be in my Film Studies class when I went to Pendleton College and he is a drama fag and everyone in our class thought he was a freak cause he used to make srsly unfunny jokes and everyone apart from me and a few others were to polite to laugh at him cause he was a serious loser. He used to create awkward silences of fail though. I know I sound like a horrible person picking on him but seriously it just got fucking annoyingly after a while it would happen every lesson and it became unfunny and he’s also responsible for me never getting any work done in that lesson and dropping it cause I used to be too busy laughing at him (or that’s what I like to tell myself).

However back to Derren Brown, I’ve always been interested in magic and things since I was a kid. I mean I have a bloody chest full of Marvin’s magic tricks upstairs I was into magic as much as 12 year old girls are into The Jonas Brothers (I’ve just watched South Park so I’m ripping off their jokes). Despite being so into magic I never went to see any magicians perform as a kid, fucking cheapskate parents. Yet I think I grew out of magic and plus The Masked Magician also ruined it for me the cunt. Side-note: How stupidly disappointing was it when he revealed himself and no one knew who the fuck he was? It was like “Yeah I don’t have a fucking clue who you are yet you appear to think your famous, bless you”.

However I’ve always loved Derren Brown as he combines magic and mind control and mind control fascinates me now I’m older so I am just in awe of what he does. I mean for example the first thing he does is get 60 people to write down their 3 favourite things and drop them in a hamper at the front of the stage and then picks on someone at the front to pick one out and then give him 5 random words and then by that he can tell you what it is. I mean that is fucking amazing isn’t it? I just want to be able to do something like that. I shall become his under study one day even if it’s just to learn how to do that then I could die happy.

Right this has turned into a rather long post so I am going to leave you with a final thought like Jerry Springer style. In the current economical climate and Moneygeddon some of you may be thinking of holidaying at home and some of you may be thinking about going to Blackpool. Take my advice and don’t go to Blackpool. Or if you must don’t cause yourself too much pain and only got for a weekend just to go on the Pleasure Beach and shit but apart from that Blackpool is pretty awful and in need of some regeneration so just don’t do it to yourselves guise. If you read all this well done give yourself a pat on the back and thanks.

My memory of Blackpool (despite the primary aim of visiting being to see Radiohead) is walking through a council estate and seeing some crackhead repeatedly walk into some scaffolding.

Music.

I got new earphones today. No longer shall I be listening to my iPod in Mono. Wonderful stuff. They cost £20, which is a bit more than I wanted to/should be paying considering my financial situation, but hey ho. 

Moth.

So, I spent the last two + remainder days in Leeds, escaping from the general disdain I have for my own university life; and immersing myself in my friend Jake’s university living. And it is leaps and bounds better than my own. I don’t know whether it was just the fact I could spend everyday with my girlfriend (who came along too), or the location, or just in general the people that were around his accommodation, but it definitely hit the nail the final nail in the coffin that I am not, on a whole, happy with university. My current living arrangements are dreadful; how I have been put with nine other people who hold absolutely nothing in common with me, I do not know, but it reveals a huge flaw in the University of Sheffield’s accommodation arrangement abilities. I also haven’t been to a lecture or seminar or completed a single piece of university work for two weeks now. I am very much worrying whether I am going to have passed this first year, but the thing is, I don’t care enough to do anything about it; already I am looking to two years in the future when university will be over; and I doubt that’s a good thing.

In other news; I’ve been listening to Burial & Four Tet’s 12” collaboration: Moth/Wolf Cub; and the track ‘Moth’ is hands down one of the best things I’ve heard in ages. As the majority of Burial’s work does, it fills me with dread and despair, makes me think, appreciate. It makes me accept simple things in disregard things which I don’t care about. I have never been hugely impressed by Four Tet’s own work, but it has certainly prompted me to pay it more attention in the future. 

That will do for log #1, I will no doubt be posting more; as I forever am searching for escapism from university and the jail-cell of my room. Adieu.