I'm Casey, I'm 22 years old and I work for an Independent record label in East London where I also live. I like writing, taking pictures, animals (apart from snakes) and Cap'n Jazz Sundays. I can't read maps, I don't like umbrellas and I can often be found with my hood up indoors. I say amazing more than any other adjective, I think this is quite a positive thing.
Tape Vs MP3
January 19, 2010
Hi

So, I haven’t posted much on here in the last few weeks, been kind of busy what with life and all that.
I think living with two kittens and a wannabe popstar (let’s call him A) with a greater sense of self belief than Hitler might be driving me insane. The other night I came down to find A asleep in a cheese sandwich on the floor and also to the sight of my £30 headphones being eaten by one of the cats, I’m all for fighting animal cruelty but I don’t think I’ve ever come as close to throwing a cat at the wall in my life.
Otherwise things are cool, hanging out with Jesus (my other housemate, not Christ) is always fun and I’ve been enjoying showing him the finer points of modern hardcore.
In other news, a Cap’n Jazz reunion? It’s something I’d like to see but I doubt the songs would have the same beautiful feeling of youth, love and passion they did the first time around (considering they were all about 22 at the time and now pushing 40). I usually despise the whole “leave a good looking corpse” philosophy but this tiny feeling of dread makes me think otherwise when it comes to Cap’n Jazz.
I might be back today, I might not, I might spend my time listening to music instead.

January 11, 2010
No Age

Make me want to walk up to complete strangers and hug them forever, Brain Burner in particular makes me oh so happy, whatever the fuck’s going on.

January 7, 2010
Dubstep

just to clarify:

I wear skinny jeans.

I go out mainly in Shoreditch and Hoxton.

I am usually quite into irony.

I like music.

I do not however like Grime or Dubstep. Why all of a sudden the fascination in going to dubstep nights? Can’t we just dance to the songs we usually dance to and all go “YEEEAAAAAAHHHHH” when anything by Weezer comes on?

It just doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t sound like this music is meant for my ears, I don’t like listening to it and I don’t like dancing to it.

The Fall Of Troy

I absolutely fucking love The Fall Of Troy but I still haven’t bought their new album as I’ve heard it’s shite. I might buy it tomorrow but I’m pretty sure It’s going to be the sound of a great legacy I adore being shat on from a great height.

January 5, 2010
One of life's little pleasantries

I hope I don’t wake up before work tomorrow and have to clean up cat shit again. Gollum has this wheel in the front room which is like a cat sized hamster wheel and the other cats poo in there because they know it’s hers. Anyway, she gets in it after to run about and the shit just flies everywhere, it’s not a pretty sight to wake up to on a workday or any day for that matter.

Whilst I don’t mind cleaning up after pets if someone’s forgotten to open the back door for five minutes, I don’t appreciate them showing their dissatisfaction by seeing the front room as a blank canvas in some kind of modern art shit exhibit.

This would never have happened in Korea.

Freddos

If there’s one thing that’s guaranteed to cheer me up whatever my mood, it’s a Freddo.

Allow me to explain:

  • Freddos are small, it is impossible to have too much of one
  • Freddos are made with Cadbury’s chocolate which pisses all over that Nestle shit
  • Freddos are frog themed, I like frogs
  • Freddos aren’t something people ask for a bite of
  • Freddos are the perfect shape for three dips in a cup of tea
  • Freddos remind me of pocket money
  • Freddos aren’t made of white chocolate

January 4, 2010
Yeah sure, I'll be the one on the bridge, wearing the silly hat

So those of you who know me will know that I got kicked out of my flat two weeks before Christmas, my landlords reason for doing this being that he’s a spineless cock-tickler and while he owns the flat, his girlfriend is the one in control.

A couple of weeks before I moved out I borrowed £10 from him for some reason or another, probably to buy wine and crisps and by the time I was out the door It’d completely slipped my mind.

So, after a week or two in my new place I get a text from him saying this: “Hi Casey, don’t know if you remember but you owe me £10, please can we arrange a time for me to get it back off you? thanks.”

My response: “haha, how about NOOOOOO!”

I guess it is a little unfair of me but the cunt did kick me out over christmas for little or no reason. I think I’m entitled to a £10 pay off, transferable for something like a pizza or a series of milkshakes. I think I’ll go get some lunch now and pretend I’m paying for it with that tenner and do a little evil laugh to myself.

The sex scene in Watchmen

COME ON! Seriously?

Superhero sex is always going to be a bit cheesy but I think sex might now be ruined for me.

December 30, 2009
When I left college after a year or so of not really achieving anything I decided I should just get a job in a shop while I figured out what I really wanted to do with my life. I got stuck in the retail web for a year or two but managed to get out eventually, anyway, that’s another story. One of the places I worked on this little voyage was retail behemoth HMV, not my favourite company by any stretch but hey, they paid better than most places and at least it was a discount I was interested in using. Out of all the places I’ve worked, this was the most typical, everyone had fucked at some stage at some god awful christmas party, everyone hated the team leaders and everyone stole blank cd’s. I hated working there but I did make some friends, fair enough I don’t talk to any of them anymore but still, the people you work with end up being like your family and you have to make the best of it while your there. After working there for about 6 months I started to hate it more and more, the daily routine, the familiarity of it all but most of all I hated the head team leader, Duncan. He’d worked for KFC before then and from the look of his skin he’d been bathing in chicken grease. Aside from his face and irritating preference for doing his top button up he was a complete dick, the kind of person who’d say “I know you are but what am I” in an argument. I usually try to find something positive in everyone but I just couldn’t with this guy. Everyone who knows me knows the story of how I got fired from HMV, it all happened thanks to the afforementioned cock-tickler 5000 but I’m not going to bother explaining it, it’d take too long. While working for HMV and for quite a while after I was working at a club in Kingston Upon Thames called Bacchus, which I loved. It was friendly, small and mostly had punk and hardcore nights. One night Duncan came down for a few drinks with some of his equally wankerish looking friends, he saw me behind the bar and tried to get served by the other person but because he was on my side of the bar he was stuck. I put my hand out and forced a fake grin and he asked for a double vodka and coke, I turned around and pretended to pour the measure but the bottle was closed and I just put coke in. The wanker didn’t even notice and kept coming back paying £5 a time for a glass of coke, we didn’t even really have to charge for mixers so I was just pocketing the fiver every time, all the while my boss Darrel laughing away behind me. I guess it’s true what they say huh? Scorpio’s really do have a taste for revenge.

When I left college after a year or so of not really achieving anything I decided I should just get a job in a shop while I figured out what I really wanted to do with my life. I got stuck in the retail web for a year or two but managed to get out eventually, anyway, that’s another story.

One of the places I worked on this little voyage was retail behemoth HMV, not my favourite company by any stretch but hey, they paid better than most places and at least it was a discount I was interested in using. Out of all the places I’ve worked, this was the most typical, everyone had fucked at some stage at some god awful christmas party, everyone hated the team leaders and everyone stole blank cd’s. I hated working there but I did make some friends, fair enough I don’t talk to any of them anymore but still, the people you work with end up being like your family and you have to make the best of it while your there.

After working there for about 6 months I started to hate it more and more, the daily routine, the familiarity of it all but most of all I hated the head team leader, Duncan. He’d worked for KFC before then and from the look of his skin he’d been bathing in chicken grease. Aside from his face and irritating preference for doing his top button up he was a complete dick, the kind of person who’d say “I know you are but what am I” in an argument. I usually try to find something positive in everyone but I just couldn’t with this guy.

Everyone who knows me knows the story of how I got fired from HMV, it all happened thanks to the afforementioned cock-tickler 5000 but I’m not going to bother explaining it, it’d take too long.

While working for HMV and for quite a while after I was working at a club in Kingston Upon Thames called Bacchus, which I loved. It was friendly, small and mostly had punk and hardcore nights. One night Duncan came down for a few drinks with some of his equally wankerish looking friends, he saw me behind the bar and tried to get served by the other person but because he was on my side of the bar he was stuck. I put my hand out and forced a fake grin and he asked for a double vodka and coke, I turned around and pretended to pour the measure but the bottle was closed and I just put coke in. The wanker didn’t even notice and kept coming back paying £5 a time for a glass of coke, we didn’t even really have to charge for mixers so I was just pocketing the fiver every time, all the while my boss Darrel laughing away behind me.

I guess it’s true what they say huh? Scorpio’s really do have a taste for revenge.

I think it's time we paid the bill and left

OK, getting thoroughly bored now. I’ve been at work since 10:00 this morning and I’m one of only three people in. I’ve been e-mailing torrent sites for most of the day telling them to stop being filthy little thief enablers and take down links to albums by the bands I work with, kind of boring but kind of funny at the same time.

The music industry kind of shuts down from December 1st until sometime in the middle of January, there’s a similar time in the build up to festival season but never as drawn out as christmas. Having your family home in London and not being able to afford a holiday are handy things when it comes to having a quiet christmas, I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything really.

I think I’m going to make another cup of tea now, then maybe walk to the shop, I don’t know which one though, the one over the road with the nice old guy who calls me young man isn’t open. I might have to brave it and go up the road to that frosty bitch who’s always on the phone and scowls at you if you ask for an Oyster top up because then she’s got to put the cunting phone down. Seriously, one time I went in there and asked for an o2 voucher and I thought she was going to take a bite out of the scratch card dispenser. I don’t think I’ll go there, maybe I’ll go to the all powerful dark overlord that is Tesco and pay their admittedly lower prices. Since when did shopping become such an irritating moral debate? Somebody get me a Happy Shopper this instant.

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