Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Stayed over at Nikki’s the other night, we spent a couple of hours boxing and unboxing stuff in various permutations. Yesterday morning we sorted through her CDs and I snaffeld myself some free 3CR promos and the New Art Riot EP, which was otherwise destined to fall prey to her Manics purge. I refused to let her get rid of her Smells like Teen Spirit single though. She’ll thank me for it one day. Spurred on by that, I did the same thing this morning, so there’s no doubt going to be a list of crap^H^H^H^Hunwanted CDs of mine up on either livejournal or eBay pretty soon.

Before I went yesterday, Nikki, Jo and I went into Cov. Naturally, it was a shithole, but like a beason of hope in the filth and grime and greyness, the Coventry Forbidden Planet has finally gotten the overhaul the rest of the franchise stores got. I swear to god, it was actually glowing with bright lights, and packed to the roof with stock. Until today I thought the Cov store was destined for closure, so sparse and unclean was it.

And in this reborn store, I found two graphic novels I’ve been searching for for utter months. Jennie One, and Public Domain, the Channel Zero prequel and Design Book, respectively. But being in this poor state, I only had the fucking cash for one of them! I opted to get Jennie One, and now I’m working on getting the other before some other fucker dares to buy it. Nikki managed to pick up Lenore #10, which I look forward to reading too once she’s done with it, and speaking of which, we did the usual thing of me buying FHM so she can read it. I left it with her anyway, because she’s stuck out in Coventry alone now, without even an internet connection at this point.

Anyway, I’m now going to do a piece about Channel Zero, which you’ll have probably read before this one. The wonder of reverse temporality.