Well I'm just a voice in your PC, telling you no, it's not alright

So anyway this Friday I was looking at job sites for a new job, unfortunately they don’t post too many on Friday’s. Instead I decided to read the entire Franz Ferdinand blog. All the members of the band are utter boobs when it comes to writing blogs, except Alex, who’s writing is oddly compelling, I sat there for almost two hours reading his comments, I don’t know exactly what it was but I was entranced by reading them, here are a few good examples:

Opposite the door of my flat, there’s a corner where a few hookers take turns to turn tricks. Some of them are very friendly. One of them isn’t. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” she screams at anyone that comes near her. She screams it at me if I open the door, even though I now make sure that I’m looking at the eucalyptus tree, a passing bus, a dog turd or anything but her. I’ve never seen her get picked up, but I wonder if she shouts it at prospective customers. I don’t think they’d like having attention drawn to them. Then again, it may be a bit of a kink for some, being yelled at by a mouthy tart.

In NYC you can dress up as a six foot eyeball and no-one will notice you. A bright red corduroy jacket is pretty tame. Not on Sauchiehall Street. There were plenty of observational comments. “Check that guy’s Jacket!” “Here pal, are you a magician?”I liked that.

Are you a magician?

No. I’m wearing a red Jacket.


Bob went to a part of town where teenagers go on a Sunday and dress up in different outfits. A popular theme is 'raped schoolgirl'. This involves a dishevelled and torn uniform, tousled hair, smeared lipstick and fake blood. They pose for the paedophiles who like to take their photographs.