Bleach And Violence

At the weekend I cleaned the bathroom. Woo. Yeah. Rock on. I also recorded half a song – I would put it up online, but it’s very much a work in progress – by which I basically mean it’s shit. Hopefully it’ll stop being shit at some point and start sounding how I want it to sound. 

So that was Saturday. Most of the day I slept, because I hadn’t really done that in the week. And then I recorded and then I went back to bed. 

On Sunday I decided it was finally time to clean the bathroom. It had got to that stage where I didn’t even want to go in there, and having a shower made me feel more dirty than not having one. Luckily we have a shower at work. But it’s nice to be able to use your own bathroom without wanting to throw up, right? 

So as you can probably tell, it had been a while. The place was a mess. I locked myself in there with a stupid girly playlist (Britney, Rihanna, Christina, P!nk) and scrubbed for hours. And hours. I basically threw neat bleach everywhere and then scrubbed it and rinsed it a bit and scrubbed some more. Problems with this included: 

  • I didn’t have a window open so kept inhaling bleach and for the last two days I’ve been tasting chlorine every time I breathe 
  • I squirted neat bleach all over the inside of the bath, then stood in it to scrub the walls, managing to give myself big blisters on my feet. Neat bleach is not good for the skin
  • Spending such a large part of the day bent over in weird positions trying to reach behind the toilet (eurgh) etc made my back angry. Yesterday I was walking around looking like I was attached to a board. And unable to stand on my feet properly. 

So, sort of successful. The bathroom is beautiful but I am blistered and bleached. Still, I’m probably cleaner than I’ve been in a while. 

I finished The Howard Marks Book of Dope Stories and started reading this: 

It’s good so far. Lots of blood. Speaking of which, I watched this at the weekend: 

I really liked it. Brutal, gruesome, yeah. But not just for the sake of it. The director talks for a few minutes at the beginning of the film and shows both a sense of humour and an understanding of why he’s made it. Sometimes I wonder whether directors really understand what they’ve filmed or whether they just stand there going “YEAH! Then he rides a motorbike and shoots the other guy! YEEAAAHHHHH!” I felt like that wasn’t the case here. All the violence had a point, and the point came across. I don’t usually have much patience for people who say things like It’s a metaphor for society and how terrible and violent everything is and OH NO ISN’T LIFE AWFUL because I usually find them cloying and irritating. Antichrist was a perfect example of this. I’m sure there was some sort of meaning behind it, but it was lost in the veeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy sssssssslllllllloooooooowwwwww artsy-fartsy shots which made me want all the characters to die as quickly and brutally as possible and definitely made the genital mutilation scene a lot less horrible than it would have been if I’d actually given a shit about the characters. 

If you can deal with violence and horrific subject matter, I’d recommend it. If you can’t, it’s probably not a good idea. 

Fight Club I am so far enjoying. I like the idea behind it. Quite a fan of bareknuckle fighting – if you’re gonna fight, do it right. None of this poncy gloved shit. Having said that, I did spend some time with a punching bag the other day and loved it. Might have to do it more often. Maybe I’ll take it up as a hobby. Hitting a bag for fun. What’s happened to humanity? 

picture from here
And while I was looking for her I found this site, which has the 20 hottest boxing girls, so you might want to check it out.
Speaking of fighting properly, my cousin’s in the Leeds Cagefighting Championship on the 21st of May. Wish him luck! 

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