So, we got back from France yesterday, all happy and having had ourselves a merry little Christmas time.
It’s probably going to take me a few days to fully get back into the swing of things, I’ll be out and about looking for some writing work over the next few days, but unitl then, here’s a treat for ya.
I’ve recently put some new live music shots up on my website. Have a look at http://musicpics.chrisskoyles.com
After months of fiddling around with HTML code, writing and rewriting my bio and umming and ahhing whether to make things look effeminitely pink, morbidly grey or cheerily sky blue, chrisskoyles.co.uk is finally up and running.
I’ve still got a few bits of faffing around to do, but for the most part, it’s done.
And I know that those of you who’ve paying attention (which I doubt anyone would have been) will notice that the site never officially went anywhere, but behind-the-scenes, I’ve been vigerously trying to get my site to be as good as it possibly can be.
Have a look-see at www.chrisskoyles.co.uk
By now, most of you probably know about this site already, but I figured it was worth another mention anyway.
Why? Because it’s fantastic. Seriously, if there were some kind of Official Internet Top 40, much in the same way that Radio 1 has their official Top 40 Singles Chart, then Say No to 0870 would surely rank up in the top ten somewhere.
So what is it?
Well, you know how companies are always asking you to ring over-expensive phone numbers to reach their customer care or similar departments? Say no to 0870 lists a good many of those numbers, and the cheaper alternatives.
Why call your bank on a pound-a-minute landline when you can simply ring their general landline number for much, much less?
To check it out for yourself, visit: www.saynoto0870.com
For some time now, I’ve felt like posting some kind of appology on here.
“Sorry for not posting in a while but…”
But fuck it, who am I appologising to? Myself? I do enough of that everytime I char my lungs with yet another cigarrette or expand my already large gut with just one more bar of chocolate.
Truth is, I genuinly haven’t had anything to say, and if you don’t have anything to say, what’s the point in saying anything, right?
Yet having said all this, I really feel the need to write, just open up a blank page and let rip with a speil of bollocks if for no other reason than to remind myself that I still can.
It’s been a busy few weeks, we’re due to have the next edish’ of the magazine to the printers on Friday, which means another bout of full on stress which inevitably occurs everytime we hit what I call ‘deadline week’ will no doubt land on top of me in the coming days.
But we’ve done well this time, and most things are good to go.
Then there’s the band. I had my doubts as to whether I still wanted to manage them after a few things went a bit tits-up, but we sat down and had a good chat and I honestly believe that everyone’s on the page, so I’ve got to pick up the slack like a motherfucker and get everything rolling again.
Then you add in the wedding plans, the novel, and one bitch of a toothache, and I’ve been far too busy trying to keep up with my own life to find the time to write about it.
But alas, as I say, I need to write. Even if it’s only waffling on in here for ten minutes, it keeps the juices flowing, and since I’ve got a feature to write tomorrow and no idea where I’m going to star with it, making sure I ward off any signs of the dreaded, some would say mythological, writer’s block is a necessity.
I probably will start writing in here more often soon. Just as soon as things return to normal, which I’m hoping they will by this time next week.
Til then folks,
Toodle-loo!
