Get off my cloud

It doesn't seem to matter where I live in Brighton, my radio is only capable of picking up Radio 1. So when my morning alarm goes off to tell me that sadly I need to be out of bed and readying myself for work it is usually Chris Moyles on wake up duty.

Now I don't believe all his own "I'm the saviour" hype but do appreciate the fact that his show has far less music than most other shows on radio 1 or similar commercial rivals (Southern, Juice etc.) and it isn't that I don't enjoy music, but I don't enjoy all the shit that makes it onto the radio these days so Moyles in the morning with the occasional laugh, song parody and general studio camaraderie does its job as far as I';m concerned, and I've gotten used to rising to the Chris Moyles Breakfast Show.

So when I am awoken by that fucking clown Scott Mills who is about as funny as a Pancreatic Cancer patient on an emergency flight crashing into a childrens hospital my ire is arisen.

His show is a car crash. I HATE him, I HATE that Chappers accomplice he has and I HATE his crummy jokes. What the fuck is Barry-oki? Who is this Laura and why should I give a fuck about her? Why does he think his show is capable of filling in for the second most listened to radio show in Britain? It isn't. Not even close.

My week is RUINED now. I only wish my computer had an alarm function so I could choose an internet radio to wake up to.

GRRRR I am irritated

So I work for a government Quango

Do you know it's actually quite good. I like being paid by taxpayers, but it is a shame I have since become one myself.

For the first time in years I am actually quite looking forward to getting up and going to work. What the fuck is wrong with me? I will probably rue that comment in due course.

Perhaps I am just in a good mood after my K F Free. Went for one of the Colonel's Deluxe Boneless Box meals which worked out at £17.48 but ended up paying nothing for it after the clueless server of chicken forgot to request any sort of payment. I even waited expectedly but was met with just a piercing "enjoy your meal [now get out]" and didn't need telling twice. It was a bit cold, but so is my heart - something else I didn't have to pay for. So in conclusion I like freebies but am less enamored with my own internal organs, which I mistreat to the point of severely severe horribleness.

**Pleasuring me aurally**

Not the greatest songwriters of our time but Cassetteboy is immensely funny and to stick a whole stack of their albums on random will inevitably lead to veritable fits of hysterics. The Jamie Oliver pisstake is fairly well know now but still funny as fuck however there are so many more bits of genius that these guys have pulled out of the bag. Makes me wish I had the patience and energy to sift through hour upon hour of TV and radio footage so as to come up with my own pleasing mockery of the world today.

Sadly I don't. 

So it has finally happened.

I have got a job.

I wish I was dead

**Keeping my ears alive**

Oooooh god do I love Chaak Treatment by Joey Mazzola & Mike Balance right now. Seriously, can you beat an overproduced bit of 80's synthpop with a dirty electro bassline over the top? I mean, honestly? I believe in Chaka Khan, I believe

I have been out of work so long now that I'm almost starting to miss having a job. I even had a dream about getting up and going to work last night, then I got up, at 1pm, and watched the news, read the paper and now I'm bored.

This is shit