confessions of a night porter.

13/08/09

So. Between stints of UEFA cup classics and public health programmes on BBC3 disguised as interesting, mainstream documentaries I thought it was about time to make use of this nocturnal nothingness that is my employment as a night porter to write the first entry in this blog. The whole point of it really is to keep those that are interested up-to-date on my exploits in Canada as I've had a couple of people ask that I do something like this and it'd be pretty sweet to have the memoirs. But, it'll almost definitely end up being a medium to vent my musical opinions as well, keeping myself busy an' that. The title is from a Latterman song that I believe sums my intoxicated behaviour aptly. And Latterman are awesome.

Right now, I can't think of much else to say. It's coming up to 3 am, which means half way. All my jobs are done and I've seen all the 'I'm a teenager with a social problem that is very current in the UK ' documentaries that the BBC can throw at me so what to do to whittle away the hours is a tricky agenda. At least the lion's share of the boredom is over. This place is so deathly quiet that when a truck comes past really loudly it makes my heart skip a beat. The walls are so creaky as well. Old buildings creep me out.

I did watch the swedish vampire film 'Let the Right One In' today and was thoroughly impressed. It is pretty much devoid of horror and instead focuses on the relationship between two twelve year old kids, one being a vampire and the other an outcast at school and how they both find sanctuary in one another. It works really well and the conclusion is subtley tragic, disguised as a 'fairy tale' ending but veiling the reality of what has happened over the course of the film. Think it's the first Swedish film I've seen. Definitely worth a go, especially before Hollywood butchers it with the already planned re-make for 2010.

Right, back to the Ashes' highlights.