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About Me

I am a sick man. ... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well--let it get worse! ------------------------------- My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night;
But ah! My foes - and oh, my friends,
It gives such a lovely light!
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Sea Shanty
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here
A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet

My Interests

Music kicks my ass! It leaves me wincing and crying in a corner. The power and emotion in a perfectly delivered lyric backed with rip roaring chords and thundering drums can bring any man to his knees and it is the ONLY thing I will happily bow down to.
Well into my autonomous liberitarian politics. So you can stuff your nationalistic, ethnocentric, blinded views on life and the world around you. Break the chains and shake off centuries of ingrained thought.
And beer... I don't mean cheap pints of lager. I like my pints of bitter and real ale, serve me up a lovely amber crystal clear pint of a full bodied hoppy ale, and a happy man I'll be. I'll be equally pleased with Sam Smiths or Guinness.
Rockin out with a beer and a mad long chat about politics music or some bizarre conspiracy theory... or most other things. I have no time for chit chat. cut to the chase.

I'd like to meet:

Ok, now I'm really fuckin' bored and annoyed.
If you think you can entertain me, give it a shot.
Mind you, there are plenty of people out there who think that they can and honestly they can't, Most of you bore me, and I'm sick and fuckin tired of it all. Shit people, stretch your brains abit, reach beyond your normal fucking hip fashionable pub. Go somewhere your not supposed to.
I don't want more stupid little pixelated faces, I want flesh and blood.
What are you? Where are you? And how scared are you?
Fuckin' chicken shit, the lot o' you!
Repluse, bore and drain me.
Leave me sat quietly brooding in the corner, I do well here, in the dark with my pint and fag... I dare you to approach...

So Let's Kick out the Jams you Rock 'n Roll Whores!
If your in a band, I don't care, unless I know you personally your band sucks balls and I don't want to be your friend. ok?!
My friends MUST entertain my whims, like reading my blogs, that is the only requirement, deal?
Yeah and if you think you're alright, here's the folks I wanna meet:
Someone to explore the pubs in London with.
Someone not scared to get pissed right outta thier skull, miss the night bus, fall asleep under the lions only to awake to find the fountain mist has drenched you to the bone and you forgot to call into work.
Someone who enjoys the finer things in life, like living...
Someone who enjoys talkin as much as fuckin shit up, and knows when its best to do which...
Also it should be noted that I haven't got a normal built in "no" mechinism, so you should be prepared to grab the back of my jacket when I decide to raid Sainsburys. Or worse, as I get wickedly sarcastic when drunk and will talk to anyone...

Music:

First and foremost!
I hate lists and lists of bands that you or I like. Seriously, though a great talkin point, it means sweet fuck all when it comes down to how well you'll get on with someone.
So with that in mind...
Im old enough to know good Punk Rock and hXc, yet young enough to know that I don't know it all (just lots).
Music kicks ass cuz you are always finding new bands to get into. And the whole thing is a constant rebirth of aural tastes. changing and mutating. So gimme some of that old time Rock n Roll, gimme some of that Noise Boys punk, Gimme some of them old Irish Rebel songs, Gimme some fucked up Country Outlaws and Gimme Gimme Some Truth!
If it's to loud then your too old

Movies:

Celluloid diversions consist of:
The Warriors, Ichi the Killer, Battle Royale, Ring, Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, The Killing Fields, High Fidelity, a Series of Unfortunate Events, Withnail & I, Pogo & Higgins Excellent Adventure.
Be Kind, Rewind!

Television:

I watch the Sopranos when its on TV, makes me feel like I'm at home.

Books:

My current favorite book is The Monk, by Matthew Lewis, we love watching the pious fall from grace, lured away by that lovely beast Temptation.
Dostoevsky rocks the Russian lit like no man!
Faust pisses all over Doctor Faustus, but any 16th century writer who gets killed in a bar brawl is ok by me.
Gates of Janus by Ian Brady is an amazing book, looks at serial killers in a way that has never been done before working in all sorts of sociological and political things.
Kropotkin's Conquest for Bread is intriguing. Also a fan of Bakunin and Berkman etc. Crimthinc. make some interesting arguements and certainly give you things to think about.
At any given moment I am stuffing my head with useless information from Wikipedia, not a book, but I do read it with obsessive regularity.
and cuz I'm a nerdy psuedo intelectual (who is seriously lacking in grammar & spelling skills) The Adventure of English.
Oh! Percy Shelly, James Joyce and Brendan Behan.
Whatever, I'm usually reading about 5 books at once, and they all seem to take me ages to finish, but then I really only read on the Tube, cuz the rest of the time I am dilligently working on turning my brain into mush.

Heroes:

At the moment... Though likely to change when I so choose:

Haing S. Ngor
Dith Pran
Johnny Cash
Shane MacGowan
Joe Strummer
Brendan Behan
The Bonnot Gang
Pirates, Vagabonds, Traveling Truthseekers, Rogues and assorted miscreants

My Blog

Contented.

I've had a year, maybe I could make that more than a year ofinteresting developments. I can't complain about most of it. The good has all been good and the bad has not been that bad. I have left a few...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:49:00 PST

La la la la Nothing to see here...

Something I'm actually working on. I have a plan to try to get this published, so I keep going back to it and editing it. So, any thoughts would be appreciated. ______________________The waters are ri...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 08:29:00 PST

Happy Xmas Boys & Girls

Honestly, could you ask for more? ...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 05:17:00 PST

time

is tick tick ticking... Building wait for itIt will be good. blood will runcovering the black streetsglisten in the yellow lightsand drown all those in its path. The stream that followsthe river that ...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 04:28:00 PST

Upfucked?

You would be forgiven for thinking I am an unhappy cunt of a bastard. You would also be wrong. Sleeping dragons stirred, maidens saved, trolls and orcs may lay siege to Castle Upstart, but these walls...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 02:31:00 PST

devil

wheeee.... I'm horrible! I bask in the evil I refuse to wash from my flesh. I rub it in. I reek of bile and deceit. I am deluded and arrogant. I am always right. When I am wrong, I alter events to sui...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 04:58:00 PST

Sympathy for the...

You die and you shall be reborn. Such is the wayOver and over you turnIn your grave and around cornersHe rolled on the floor with laughter that ached his sides and pained his cheeks. How much had he l...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 04:49:00 PST

Dilemeas

I walked to the bank today. Had money to deposit. Handed over ID & reached in my bag.The walls shot up! Blocked out the sun & the tellerLeft me standing bewildered in an empy room. Waiting. St...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 01:15:00 PST

I suck, You rule

Things not often said. Things best let said. Things on the floor, left to remain. Waiting... ---------------Cold winds blown over the ThamesEmotionless drunk eyes staring accusingly. Black water swall...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 01:37:00 PST

The Mighty Quinn

I hear that unmistakeable shrill cut through the air, whether over the squeals of wheels rolling down tracks or through the heavy smoke laiden smog. As it works its way across the room, it''s as thoug...
Posted by Marquis de Upstart on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 02:51:00 PST