Liz Taylor - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I love punk, stiff little fingers, drongos, headclinic, rancid, the clash, cupid stunt, contempt, crashed out and fucking hundreds more...
making music, falling over, playing gigs and fucking up, listening, learning, discussing, creating, philosophising, criticising, experiencing, protesting, getting blind drunk and vomiting on yourself, picnicing, dancing like I think nobodies looking, irritating the neighbours, listening to music so loud it makes my ears ring for days.
Nuclear Babies have once again died on their arse because basically we're all lazy and have too many hissy fits. What can I say? It aint easy being a rockstar... apologies for the solo music above, too much spare time on my hands!
And Jesus and the disciples walked to Nazareth. But the trail was blocked by a giant brontosaurus... with a splinter in his paw. And O the disciples did run a shriekin': 'What a big fucking lizard, Lord!' But Jesus was unafraid and he took the splinter from the brontosaurus's paw and the big lizard became his friend. And Jesus sent him to Scotland where he lived in a loch for O so many years inviting thousands of American tourists to bring their fat fucking families and their fat dollar bills. And oh Scotland did praise the Lord. Thank you Lord, thank you Lord. Thank you Lord."

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 21/12/2005
Influences: Anything with fire in its belly
Sounds Like: chewing on tinfoil.
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

Logic and Indigestion

Well I finally snapped. (four weeks ago) I quit my job and it's all because of absinthe. I had too much of the deceitful green stuff and woke up drunk the next morning, phoned in my boss a...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 14:50:00 GMT

Employer Wanted...

Employer wanted... Location: West MidlandsHours: No early morningsWage : Yes thanks, that would be nice.Work Pattern: AbstractDuration: As long as it takes.Description Must have some degree of humani...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 16:46:00 GMT

Anti-Smokers, The Facts

Symptoms:-The consistent presence of a known or unknown individual standing behind you coughing and/or scowling -Various "stop-smoking" leaflets and nicotine replacement items appear around your house...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 16:42:00 GMT

Dear Me

I did have my knickers in a twist yesterday didnt i? today you have a much more placid, sedate version of myself, complete with a half a bottle of wine and Mr jarvis cocker playing through my sp...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 10:31:00 GMT

FUCKING MEDIOCRE EXCUSES FOR MUSICIANS

Im so fucking sick of apathy prevailing in music. What gives? So little miss middle of the road can sing a few fucking alanis morrisette covers, flash her breasts and play coy with the mic...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 11:21:00 GMT

Public Enemy Number 1?

I'd like to think, as a healthy hot-blooded young woman, my biggest enemy wasnt 30 cm wide with a 32MB memory. Did you know that statistically the numbers of middle aged men desperately clinging...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 13:46:00 GMT