It's alive, it's alive

Well, it's been quite a while since I thought the idea of writing a blog was a good idea. The blog was forced upon me as part of a Digital Journalism module on a masters course in Preston. We were encouraged to maintain it long after the project finished, but I am afflicted by a crippling idleness, especially when it comes to obligations that appear to be pointless. A case in point is a blog. Most blogs are interminably dull, ego-centric drivel by talentless morons spouting off about nothing in a sea of bubbling piss, that is the internet blogosphere. 'There are many brillaint blogs that make 95 per cent of the rest of the bilge on the web completely redundant so why add to the noise', was my thinking. This is essentially me talking to myself as nobody is reading this, which was the reason for not bothering in the first place.

But seeing as I'm living on the good graces of Gordon Brown's welfare allowance, and hopelessly looking for a job in journalism, I thought it couldn't do any harm to keep sharpening my writing and getting a bit more digitally inclined in the process.

So what follows will be a lot of old gig reviews that were published elsewhere until I get cracker-lackin' on some new material. First up an exclusive interview with quick-fire Mancunian poet John Cooper Clarke. Onwards and upwards. Ah fuck it, let's go bowling.