into hospital for another back operation tomorrow, hoorah! I make the following disclaimer now:

- many sorries if kitschbitch goes on another extended hiatus (hey, what’s new?!)

- many sorries if I write any drivel while drugged up to the eyeballs

kiss kiss!

boom shake the room

so, something reall quite peculiar happened last night. we had an earthquake. yes, it was only a wee diddy one, barely a sneeze by american/worldwide standards – but given that we don’t really ever get earthquakes in these here parts it was really bloody strange. I was in bed, dozing off to sleep, and suddenly the room started trembling and everything started rattling – well, just as you’d expect it to if there was an earth tremor. my first reaction was, “cor, that felt a bit like an earthquake!” – whilst my second was “don’t be bloody stupid, this is manchester, we don’t get bloody earthquakes!” – and so, given that I’d taken one of my bad-ass painkillers a little before I went to bed, I happily told myself I was actually high as a kite and that I’d imagined the whole thing. but, turns out I was wrong, and that the whole of northern england had a little quake. well, fancy that!

open surgery time at kitschbitch towers:

ok – pain medications. long-time readers of kitschbitch may remember that I have a back condition; specifically coccydynia resulting from a malformed coccyx. periodically, I go into hospital for cortisoid injections to alleviate pain – the next lot is in a week, in fact. all of which is leading up to the big bad-ass coccygectomy as soon as I finish my degree – whereby I have the bottom of my back lopped off. so, in the mean time, I get to juggle some rather interesting painkillers to deal with what is, quite literally, a pain in the ass. thing is, those pills that actually do anything to help with the pain and to enable me to sit down also get me high as a kite. which is rather fun, but not especially conducive to doing anything constructive. on the other hand, to be lucid enough to be able to work, I can’t take the happy-pills. which means I can’t sit down for very long at all. not an ideal state of affairs, I think you’ll agree. so I’m going to try getting hippy on my broken-ass and give acupuncture a go. anyone tried it? would you recommend it? or any other alternative therapies? answers on a postcard please…

a few midweek musical recommendations from kitschbitch central – some newly-released, some newly-discovered:

rae road – mark rae

trouser jazz – mr scruff

mind elevation – nightmares on wax

clandestino – manu chao

toot toot beep beep!