Finally moved into the new house! Hurrah, hurrah - although my arms and back are aching from lugging all my stuff upstairs (apart from the filing cabinet which Kev mainly moved!). Got to start getting settled in now - managed to sort out my clothes, get my fairy lights up and get my feather boas out! The CD collection though - oh my god, that's gonna take ages to sort out!

Good News:

Passed Lesson 2 of Wicca First Degree

Bad News:

Manics finally sell out beyond resuce - they now own a posh private members club in Cardiff. (news from Popbitch central). AND I though that their songs on adverts was fucking awful...fucking cunts!

Manic Street Preachers Lyrics
" Gold Against The Soul "

Somebody told me to vote conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction

Gold against the soul
Rock n' roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul

Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor

Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labour to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soul
Working class cliches start here
Either cloth caps of smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul

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