Ah fuck it hurts. I've just gone and made myself an onion sandwich and wiped some onion goo into my eye when it started itching, and I'm now typing this post with one eye. The sandwich was rank as well, so I'm not impressed at all. Onions are smug round little cunts.
Anyway, the eagle-eyed amongst you might have begun to notice that things look a bit different, and that's because they are. I know the graphics for the last look never quite worked right as the people hosting them seemed to stop serving them up after about four people a day viewed them, which meant that if you visited this page at any time after your morning toast you were presented with plain text on a white background, and a misaligned logo if you were lucky. It was unprofessional, inexcusable and, most of all, it was fucking me right the way off, so I've fixed it all up - we are now Blandford 3.0, with all the bells and whistles of the dynamic age. Or something. At least the search function works properly now anyway.
The reason for this boffining about on a friday night is simple - the only place in town that plays music that doesn't consist of DJ Bling Daddy Dogg talking about his millions of hoes over a beat taken from the Grange Hill theme, or some tit in eyeliner being miserable about his missus leaving him or his jeans being too tight, has decided to shut itself down and go 'mainstream', and by 'mainstream' they mean 'Kaiser Chiefs', and by 'Kaiser Chiefs', they mean 'feckless Indie shite'. Anyway, so instead of finding another place to go and drink in, I sat on my arse and knocked out a redesign for my blog. Fuck me I feel like a nerd. At least there is sweet, sweet alcohol to look forward to in about 14 hours, or I might just punch myself in the face out of shame.
Anyway, hope you like the new look. Hopefully this one will last longer than the previous, because fuck me is it a lot of work to sort these things out. Just when you think you've got everything just fine, something somewhere cocks up with a HTML error of some sort that I don't understand and, me being the dickhead I am, I haven't kept copies of everything so I have to start all over again from scratch. Repeat and repeat and repeat until you've gone completely round the twist, you're bleeding from every orifice and you have become a broken man, but at least everything fucking lines up as it fucking should. Believe me, this was far more effort than it should have been.
This isn't today's post, even though it is 3 in the morning. I'll still try to knock something out for you tomorrow, but I've been at the whisky the whole time I've been editing and I'm not sure I'll be in any fit state. Especially as come five o'clock (in the evening, not in two hours - fucking hell that would be a stretch) I'm heading out to paint the town vomit-coloured.
See you lot tomorrow, if my eye hasn't dissolved and taken my brain with it.
Goodnight.
Anyway, the eagle-eyed amongst you might have begun to notice that things look a bit different, and that's because they are. I know the graphics for the last look never quite worked right as the people hosting them seemed to stop serving them up after about four people a day viewed them, which meant that if you visited this page at any time after your morning toast you were presented with plain text on a white background, and a misaligned logo if you were lucky. It was unprofessional, inexcusable and, most of all, it was fucking me right the way off, so I've fixed it all up - we are now Blandford 3.0, with all the bells and whistles of the dynamic age. Or something. At least the search function works properly now anyway.
The reason for this boffining about on a friday night is simple - the only place in town that plays music that doesn't consist of DJ Bling Daddy Dogg talking about his millions of hoes over a beat taken from the Grange Hill theme, or some tit in eyeliner being miserable about his missus leaving him or his jeans being too tight, has decided to shut itself down and go 'mainstream', and by 'mainstream' they mean 'Kaiser Chiefs', and by 'Kaiser Chiefs', they mean 'feckless Indie shite'. Anyway, so instead of finding another place to go and drink in, I sat on my arse and knocked out a redesign for my blog. Fuck me I feel like a nerd. At least there is sweet, sweet alcohol to look forward to in about 14 hours, or I might just punch myself in the face out of shame.
Anyway, hope you like the new look. Hopefully this one will last longer than the previous, because fuck me is it a lot of work to sort these things out. Just when you think you've got everything just fine, something somewhere cocks up with a HTML error of some sort that I don't understand and, me being the dickhead I am, I haven't kept copies of everything so I have to start all over again from scratch. Repeat and repeat and repeat until you've gone completely round the twist, you're bleeding from every orifice and you have become a broken man, but at least everything fucking lines up as it fucking should. Believe me, this was far more effort than it should have been.
This isn't today's post, even though it is 3 in the morning. I'll still try to knock something out for you tomorrow, but I've been at the whisky the whole time I've been editing and I'm not sure I'll be in any fit state. Especially as come five o'clock (in the evening, not in two hours - fucking hell that would be a stretch) I'm heading out to paint the town vomit-coloured.
See you lot tomorrow, if my eye hasn't dissolved and taken my brain with it.
Goodnight.
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