Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I’ve recently been reading this little number on the homeward-bound commute. It’s a book about the creation and context of Doolittle, by the Pixies. What is easily one of my top-5 albums ever. The book is full of information I’d never heard before, and is written in the reverent-yet-gushing tone that makes me feel like I’m doing something incredibly good every time I agree with it. I also bought an OK Computer one that I’m hoping will be as informative.

Nikki and I somehow ended up with free tickets to the O2 wireless festival next Saturday. It was some Daily Mail promotion (not that we read it, you understand) and we could choose which day we went, so after writing off the ones that would require days off work, we were left with saturday and sunday and the eels are playing on Saturday, which made the decision pretty easy. Of course, so is James Blunt. That’s just wrong.

Yesterday I bought the collected Alan Moore Future Shocks, from the ages of 2000ad. I’m guessing it’ll be an interesting curio, and a good way to find out what the man who wrote the greats was otherwise capable of back before he became Alan Moore. I also had 20% off at borders, which shouldn’t be sniffed at.