Suck my metal machine

This morning was fairly productive; I went to town with my family in order to purchase various wares for our new house. It went off to a great start, forcing my family to listen to Vince DiCola in the car. I do feel I did them a favour in doing so, as not only did they quite like the music, but the shopping went very successfully; clearly a direct effect of the determination the Training Montage music gives you. For some reason I was compelled to buy DJ Hero in town, which it turns out is actually pretty good. It's only really marred by the fact that I don't like about half of the songs, but the other half are really clever.

Once home, we watched the England v. Germany match. I had low hopes for England but obviously was supporting them. It was horrendous; literally no English defence. By the time it reached 4 - 1 at about 75 minutes I gave up. I will mention the clear goal that was disallowed; it could be that they lost it after that, hence not scoring more and conceding. It's no sort of excuse; either way England played awfully and as such are out of the World Cup so it's all immaterial. I'm just glad that we didn't lose by that one goal as it would have been a major shitstorm. After the match was the obligatory slurry of ignorance with people slagging off England, rejoicing in their loss, and such. I was fighting back against this but it eventually turned pretty damned hurtful, with remarks becoming very venomous and personal so I switched my laptop off feeling pretty deflated for seeing how people I would have previously classed as friends turned on me purely over football.

I moved on from this though, and cycled down to Drew's for an evening of banter. It turned out really well, as we headed off to the Benleva, where there was a total of: Drew, Robert, Beast, Darroch, Joph, Angus, Stephanie, Laura and Ben. On leaving here, Robert and Laura departed (separately of course), and the remainder of us headed off to the retail park for Burger King and Tesco Banter. It sounds completely inane but it was literally 100 times better than just sitting in Drum for the night. I got into Darroch's car with Angus for the journey home and we broke off from Joph's car, taking the normal route, to go around Kiltarlity way to Drum. Along this midnight run we had one of those deep conversations which covers everything completely honestly and freely; one of those conversations you ONLY have with great friends. One moment of beautiful genius came from Angus who was discussing how you should just live your life to have fun and enjoy yourself. He said "we were all pushed head-first through someone's vagina at one point; life is fucking weird from the beginning. You've got 80 years or so, so just make the best of it." While it's funny it's also a wonderful viewpoint that in its own way makes complete sense. I was born by caesarian section, but that's by the by; the point remains. This lift meant I didn't even have to cycle home, so it's been as near to an idyllic evening as possible while still confined to Drum.

Song of the day comes from when I bought DJ Hero. I'd seen it on special offer at Gamestation, but decided to "think about it". Sure enough, I went back and just as I picked up the box and started uncertainly heading for the cash desk this started playing. It's Metal Machine by Sabaton and it's an awesome song. They supported Dragonforce when I saw them in December and they were mind-blowingly brilliant.