So what happens when one is back from the dead? Live, I expect, or grab a delicious burger at www.juniperjumboslices.com.
What is living? That is a question dependent on the nature of the individual. However, there are some overwhelming characteristics that seem to be common and perservere in a typical (not your "rave head truned Bishop's") life.

Experience is one of the most glaring. By default life is experience. Therefore, the more we experience the more life we led. I hold to this day that I would rather go through a ton of crap, see highs and lows and take chances, than not to have. I did and if I were to die tomorrow I would assert I led a fulfilled life. It is ashame that the world has become so constrictive, or has it always been so? Reverse that. In fact, now more than ever we have chances to see new things, meet different people, try new things and go on adventures. Just spend 90 seconds on the internet and everything you ever dreamt is attainable.

So when life ceases to be interesting, what happens? Some may sit back and let it happen and cease to actually live despite working internal organs. Others may resort to pills for mind thrills. Others may not be able to bear it and wish to die.

So what is the natural course of action. Well, to make it interesting again would help. And if that means selling your wife or going to Wrestlemania this year, do so. For me, it shall be to see the world like never before. By actually seeing the world, instead of locomoting whilst being trapped in my head. Freefalling, whimsical, to the wilderness the better I say. Where your feelings and instincts lead you. Maybe that path tapped truly by few is the way to this blogger's particular salvation. The coming weeks plans will tell.

"Who's Your Daddy?"

Already a popular title in porn, this particular new fangled imminent blockbuster is gonna blow you away. Excuse the pun. Or pun-ishment should I say. Fo (intentional!) this film is incomprehensively, painfully, outrageosly, yet masterfully unique..... You didn't expect that.
Yes, "Who's you Daddy?" is THE best horror film, lest I say FILM to grace the screen, lest I say CINEMA since "Citizen Percutane" lest I say crane.

Bloody hell I was scared. I had to pull off a lady's wig to stay in my seat at hour 1:16. The creepiness is in the wizards and the fuckinining dolls (thank god "The Times" didn't hire me)and it is so well done, you would have never expected it coming.
I couldn't sleep the entire night. I had to put on the light, the landing light, the TV and the radio. It doesn't matter that I've been doing that since I was 11, it still counts.

The plot revolves around nothing at all to do with paternal interest, rather than a psychotic, mistreated and mis-enhanced transsexual wreaking revenge on a lot of people. About 96 to be precise.

Then it ends on a peculiar feel-good high, "Jerry Maguire" stylee!

Baffling!

So this is my final entry (no it is not)to an already short running blog. Thank you for reading. I am off for a while. For good really. So I shall leave you with some recommendations I have accrued over my 28 years of life:

FILMS: Of course this has to be No. 1. Well my top 3 first "A Clockwork Orange" - an obvious must, "Midnight Cowboy" forward thinking in form and execution, perfect story of an odd friendship generated in a merciless town. "Heathers" - If you have some level of not taking yourself and what your mother told you seriously, then you should be loving every frame, line and gesture in this monumental teen high school very dark comedy.
The Rest:
-Eraserhead
-Dead Man
-Days of Heaven
-One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest
-Dawn of the Dead (original)
-Annie Hall
-Manhattan
-Your Friends and Neighbours
-The Apartment
-Kind Hearts and Coronets
-Roger Dodger
-No Country For Old Men
-Life of Brian
-Martin
-Apocalypse Now
-28 Days Later
-Trainspotting
-Wild At Heart
-There Will Be Blood
-La Haine
-Taxi Driver

MUSIC:
Well, I am not really into popular music so here are a few suggestions:
Drum'n'Bass - Any Andy C, DJ Marky, DJ Zinc, High Contrast, London Elekricity CD or liveset
Techno- Anything by Dave Clarke, Derrick May, Richie Hawtin.
House - Ian Pooley, Nick Warren.

Tunes:
Akufen- Skidoos
Felix Da housecat - What Does It Feel Like (Royskopp remix)
Matthew Herbert- The Audience
Underworld- Dirty Epic
Pepe Bradock- Life
Galaxy 2 Galaxy - Hi-Tek Jazz/Transition
Way out West- Mindcircus
The Zombies- She's not there
Goran Bregovic- Tale V
RJD2-Smoke & mirrors
The Prodigy- 3 Kilos
Beethoven- Mignight Sonata
Agoria- I'm simply not there (Youngsters remix)
Burial- Homeless
High Contrast- Return of Forever (Swell Session Remix)
Beach Boys- God only knows
Simon & Garfunkel- Sound of Silence
Junk Project- Composure
Ennio Morricone- The Ecsatcy of Gold
The Beatles- I am the Walrus
The Beatles- Strawberry Fields Forever
The Go! Team- Hold Yr Terror Close
Goblin- Oblio
Tangerine Dream- Love on a real Train
Quantic- Prelude to a happening
Sebastien Tellier- La Ritournelle
Rythim is Rhythim- It is what it is
Skinny Puppy- Assimilate
BBG- Snappiness (sweet instrumental)
Greece 2000- 3 drives on vinyl
Future Sound of London- Papua New Guinea
London Elektricity- Main Ingredient
London Elektricity- Remember the Future

PLACES TO GO"
NEW YORK- Motherfucker, are you insane! You need to go here. Specifically.....Every-fucking-where of your dull lives, cos its all better than anything you've experienced.
PRAGUE- Well avoid its 'Times Square' and you should be ok. I am in love with this city more than my own groin.
LAKE ORTA- Its in Italy somewhere. If you go there, trust me, the heavens' will open upon you and give you an everlasting gobstopper.
JUBILEE PARK- In Bickley, Kent, England. Someone cuts the grass now.

to be continued. Very much so.

You see I'm listening to house or is it disco. And from what era? I cant even tell. 70's, the milleniumm000''sssss??? Who knows..?
What I know is that it is without doubt groovy but with a blatantly generic riff. Basically pure shit.
It's on my Ipod so I should have had a hand in its selection. Ok its "Nookie Feat Deezim". A Drum and Bass producer doing a house track to eclecticzize his album. Well sandwiched in-between dirty breakbeats and filthy, digusting DnB basslines, I am assuming it might well work.
I kind of want it to end though. Will it ever? It just did.

So, today I decided to imbide half a bottle of vodka and see what it does to my typing abiliy, wghichj it is having a remarkable affect on. I am actuallly still correcting words yest everything is coing out wrong. I should have watched "coming To America" on Demand instead. Fail safe. Eddie Murphy. Even better, Trading places. I suggest highly. The "Kings of convenience " are quite nice.

Sorrow. Topic of today. I have experienced a lot of sorrow in my life. In fact, I never knew I had until recently. Sorrow though has plagued my life like a slightly dislocated left elbow. And thus the reasoning behind, as well as at the very forefront of this entry into the blog, that is mine apparently.
So there are, let us say, five features of sorrow
1.) Absolute yearning and utter "fuck me" at what has happened.
2.) Acceptance at whatever has happened, has happened for a reason that is not great but can't be helped
3.) A brilliant addition to the repertoire of emotions that one can experience in a lifetime, thus making it salivating worthy.
4.)Religious sect nonsensense, that, by the preceding sentence, has relegated anyone believing in it being a sign from a higher power, being a bunch of arse
5.) Just pure sadness. Sorrow. Upest. Wishing things didn't have to be this way. Why does the world have to be so cruel.

The answer to all these, I do not have unfortunately, because I lost it fighting a figment of my imagintaion in Primark/Walmart.

But one can conclude that sorrow is an universal emotion done absolute injustice by this post. An emotion that incoporates sadness and regret. An emotion that is hard to overcome without alcohol, benzos, women and entire seasons of OZ. An emotional state that I personally don't know how to deal with since I spent my whole life making sure I blocked it out, until the Psychologists' got hold of me.