Bruce Springsteen

Whoa Whoa Whoa, who sneaked that picture of Yeezy in? It was me. There's so much love in this post.

Even More Kool Shizzle

Will leopard-print ever die?

One day I'm gonna have fuckin powerful watch collection.

Virigl Cap Opie Folk boots. I want a pair of old boots. I'd never take them off.

I'm rockin a straw-hat this summer. It will annoy many, and please me greatly.

Cobra Snake and BOY team up to make this eerily Nazi-evocative T. I likes it though, because all MEN think cobra's are badass, and love Germany.

Some interesting furniture. No reason for things to be dull.

The Hundreds are advertising their all blue sunglasses. That's the sunglasses, you can't buy the woman you idiots (course you can).

OH......MY.....GOD. Mr. Louboutin. You know I need these. Need. I am needy. For shoes. With shiny on them.

UPDATE

So Bin Laden bit the fucking dust today as a U.S. SEAL SWAT team or whatever completed their mission of finding the world's most wanted man in record time (8 years), when it is in fact least relevant. Symbolically, it doesn't surprise me they've all got a hard-on for it knowing blind American nationalism, which is usually there to distract them from how fucked their country is getting. In fact, I'm sure Obama's ratings will be at an all-time high now despite the fact yesterday they were an all-time low. They buried him at sea almost immediately which I think is highly suspicious since they put that highly erotic video of Saddam's death on YouTube so they could all jack-off to it. I get the feeling this is the end of the beginning of THE WAR ON TERROR as opposed to the beginning of the end. The world's pretty fucked, and the belated murder of a man in a remote Pakistani compound with no telephone or internet access ain't gonna bring a wave of peaceful enthusiasm. In saying that (my true feelings), congrats to the U.S. on getting another facet of revenge (in addition to the murder of millions and the eradication of law and structure in at least three states) for the legit horrors of 9/11. I love many things about the U.S, but not their politics, or the general intelligence of their populous.

I'm from the U.K, well Scotland, so sub-U.K, and I am fully aware of it's obvious flaws, and no nationalism can cover that. Conversely, I would defend Italy with passionate disregard, despite the obvious corruption that is inherent in its society. Am I a hypocrit? Sure, but I get as much pizza, ice-cream and coffee as I want.

So the Royal Wedding has been and gone. I never looked twice at K-Midd until I saw her at the wedding, at which point I realised she might be the hottest woman on the planet. Apart from the Queen, who is enticing for the wrong reasons. I also never noticed how balding Prince William is, they are an odd couple. But he is a Prince, so perhaps even I would compromise my staunch record of heterosexuality and marry the cunt. I was non-plussed about the wedding until it started to approach and enthusiasm peaked. I guess despite how pointless it is, the Royals are an institution in this country, and I do LOVE old Britain and hate what its become. Stiff upper-lip, war, hard-times and a sense of invention and exploration made this country great, but its awash now with booze, benefits, laziness and rain. The Royals are a hallmark of tradition, and so I recently decided I would vote to keep it up. However, I am still fucked off no Catholic can be a Royal or Prime Minister. Its bullshit sectarianism that is inherent in society and thus, any opinion otherwise should not be preached to the lower classes, because that's as hypocritical as I am.

A close friend of mine has decided to abandon Facebook which in this day and age is a pretty ballsy manoeuvre. I like it, I hope it is the beginning of the end. Everything on Facebook is a desperate hunt for validation and its transparency and the general public's ignorance of it confuses and annoys me. Intelligence is a burden sometimes, and in modern society someone who is truly wise cannot be totally content in my opinion. Did I mention I am on Facebook? HYPOCRIT? But serially, I do not use it in the same manner as others, and truthfully, if people used it in the manner I do and a small minority do, then it would not present the problems that forced my close amigo to delete his account.

I think I am getting quite preachy on this blog now. But why the fuck not? I am the modern archetypal genius and the general public are a collection of assholes. And that's the GENERAL CONSENSUS. The general public doesn't even like itself. How's that for a conundrum?

Kool Shizzle

Love Bathing Ape. Really wish it was easier to get their swag over here.

I think this film is going to be quite provocative.

Really want a pair of boots like these. Need to properly hunt round the vintage shops for a cost-effective equivalent. Fuck summer, I'm buying black and wearing boots so you can shove your light blues and yellow back on the rack.

I'm liking this Undercover and Nike collaboration. That's a gentlemen's summer shoe IMO.

The Air Yeezy 2. Ye rocked the show at Coachella, not that I am surprised. I supported Kan for years and everyone who is coming round to it now, or, having recently 'forgiven' him, are a joke. Anyways, the Air Yeezy 2 is my most desired object. I will spring 4 these kicks.

More Bathing Ape, these aint far behind in my list.

The Citizen Eco-Drive Satellite Wave. 100 of them, and it connects with satellites in space. I would never be late again. Unless it was through choice.

Update Bitchez

So I have successfully procrastinated studying for my impending exams for long enough, and with Tuesday and the PERIOD OF PAIN looming, it's time I got my shit together. Too little, too late? You betcha. The course is fine, perfectly easy in fact, but the financial restriction uni has put on me this year has made me resent it. Also, I have done way too many consecutive years of study, so I am strongly considering taking next year off. I think I will do something quite momentous in its place. I will, at least, be able to move out my house. This would have happened much earlier if I was a rich man's son, which you can tell by checking my collection of old jeans and tshirts, I def aint. So I will fund my own escape in the next few months, whether that is in Glasgow or not, we'll see.  Also, it should hopefully re-motivate me to come back with a fresher perspective and not the disposition of an alcoholic lunatic.

Rangers-Celtic game on Sunday at Ibrox in what will probably decide who the champions this year will be. More Old Firm games have occurred this year than any other, and this has brought an onslaught of bigoted tension and violence, with threats being made to players, fans and coaches alike. The weather has been nice recently, in this torrid, dull, sectarian city of mine. The Government (I use that term extremely loosely, as I am referring to the SNP) and the SFA (or Rangers Supporters' Trust) have made several front-page news warnings of excessive fines and closed-door matches to combat the growing tension between the two sides of Glasgow that are seemingly separated in the modern age, by nothing more than a different coloured shirt. Despite this, the game is being played on EASTER SUNDAY. So that should help exacerbate the religious tension quite nicely. Did I mention it's a bank holiday weekend? So everyone will be rat-arsed to boot. If I know this city, sectarian violence will ensue.

A close ally of mine called Michael is starting a blog soon which I will follow vehemently and link to constantly from this site. Our latest running joke has been to infuse Rangers FC personnel into movie/TV titles. Try it at home with your friends.

Paid a visit to my old stomping ground tonight a la my old workplace visa vie my father's (struggling) business, Vito's Fast Food. Saw some old faces I had certainly missed and reminisced on the time spent there, which I look on surprisingly fondly.

@jacksonloganq made a brief, yet effective return from London Town this week. He's quite the Londoner now you know, and you can read his blog here: http://www.jackson-quade.blogspot.com
Look forward to going down and getting the inside tour with the lad next month, shame we cannot see each other more often, but the Big Smoke has been good for him, and I am pleased.

Also, Game of Thrones starring Sean Bean had its fucking awesome premiere episode this week. Sean Bean is mercilessly prolific and effective at everything he does, so this was a guarentee. Well enjoyed it and throughly looking forward to becoming a nerdy follower of the show.

I could EASILY have been a nerd in another dimension. I like cartoons, videogames, wrestling and metal. I have literally just crammed many more personality facets on top fused with an overwhelming sense of dignity and arrogance to actually come off as ridiculously kool. Ask anyone I know and they will concur.

Kool Shizzle

Daft Punk Toys. I'd still probably try and make them fight each other. First record I ever bought was 'Discovery' by Daft Punk, which is pretty kool. And the first single, 'It Wasn't Me', by Shaggy, which is even kooler. You're probably starting to realize why people look up to me.

For a fashion mogul, Karl Lagerfeld regularly is in the same get-up. I wonder if he has a row of those suits in his wardrobe, like Superman. Anyway, he has released a bottle of coke with his name on it, which is not as big a deal as everyone thinks as it's still the same cancer-inducing, flavourless yet addictive liquid inside it. However, I desp want a crate of them. Seriously. Yes, I am also enigmatic.

The belt. Buy me that belt. Then I'll marry you, no matter what. And we'll both be winners together. You'll have me, and I'll have that belt.

 Do NOT buy me an Aston Martin unless it has black matte paint and bright red brake calipers.

Easily my fave Disney original.

ELLESSE! that's the italian flag, which means I would wear them. I stopped wearing ellesse at like 8, I don't know why. It coincides with my era of cynicism beginning.

THE most expensive book ever published. The Official Ferrari Opus Enzo Diamante Edition coming in at 37kg, the finest leather, and a 32 carat diamond horse on the front, strictly one copy per country. Just jaw-dropping. It's 20,000 notes. Did I mention its Italian?

Might buy these, 150 quid, but they're soooooo T-Bone its ridic.

Street Art is kool as.

From a club in Madrid, you know it's the ladies room.

A Brand New Update

So its been an interesting few weeks, as in I've been barely sober. I outright refuse to digress my actions, so here's one about someone else. As I was leaving a nightclub some night last week, two girls who I know through my sister's girl-band 'Amore' (make your own judgements) approached me frantically telling me to 're-evaluate' my life (back of the queue, please) because of my friendship and association with a certain lad (Nick). This boy allegedly told one of these girls, who was visibly upset (as opposed to repressing it) that he had said, and I quote, "I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to talk to you, I just want to shag you.' He phoned me the next day and upon the subject being broached he cleared the whole thing up. See, what happened was, he approached her for an innocent chat while she was looking lonely, she then leads them both to another room for a drink and he thinks he has the greenlight. Upon an hour of KB's and her actually trying to converse with him in a nightclub, he snapped and delivered that cutting-line out of what he believes is justified frustration (make your own judgements). Quite funny, I am hoping to take him to the band's launch night, in hope they can both reminisce.

Anyway, I've had a good couple of weeks in which I have seen and done a variety of different things, living up to my niche as a borderline alcoholic. But now with exams looming, I'm attempting a lock-in. However, this rarely works as I end up freaking it a few days in then wake up four days later wondering where I am. I am trying hard, I mean my future literally depends on it. Speaking of which,  I iz strongly considering taking next year out. There's much I want to do, need a break from uni and want more money. Why was I born handsome instead of rich? Well, time is on my side and I'm sure you agree.

Kept meaning to blog about Wrestlemania which was, as is the case recently, a mixed bag. Me and some of my closest allies had a McDonald's challenge. The attempt was 80 McNuggets, 4 Dbl Cheeseburgers, 2 McFlurrys. I finished after 47 McNuggets, 3 Burgers and both McFlurrys. And I finished last. Disgusting it was, even though I still love MaccyD's. It was also sort of inebriating, apparently it was the salt. I don't really remember much. As is the case with much of the last two weeks.


Thus rendering this blog absolutely pointless and useless.