<<You ask, I answer>> <<A simple concept>> <<Question the cow: a revolution in blogging laziness>> It’s Brennig’s turn now and the focus has turned to music and books. 1. Who’s your favourite band/group? Arg! A horribly difficult one for me. I don’t really have a favourite per se. I have favouriteS, plural. Where do I start? Barenaked [...]
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Question the cow: part iii
Posted in ask me about me, moo-sic, question the cow, random, tagged I love all types of music, I'm a saddo who doesn't go to gigs, lady gaga gets on my tits on 23 August, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Desert Island Disks
Posted in cow abroad, dreaming, look at me, moo-sic, stuff i haven't done, tell me about you, tagged desert islands disks, I listen to radio 4 and I'm proud, I have an odd taste in music on 9 January, 2009 | 3 Comments »
The rules are simple. You are stranded on a desert island. You are allowed eight pieces of music to take with you. You can also choose a favourite book (excluding the Bible or other religious work and Shakespeare – these already await you) and a luxury which must be inanimate and have no practical use. [...]
Loser
Posted in happy happy joy joy, look at me, moo-sic, random, stuff i've done, tagged I am not alone, is it sad to like Lionel Richie?, my google reader wants to drown me on 2 September, 2008 | 15 Comments »
My friend L and I are discussing a bar she wants to go to. It turns into a geek-out: L: Have you been? It’s very cool. NC: Personally, I don’t really like it. It’s a bit dingy and dark for me. L: Oh come on, you must have some Indie chick in you… NC: Do [...]
Stress and the empty MP3
Posted in guestblogging, having a grump, moo-sic, random, ranting, stuff i haven't done, the way things were, this is the modern world on 9 June, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I only normally blog about once a week, so having to think up something so soon as since friday is, like, durrr, really hard work. Particularly as the sun is shining and my foot hurts and I realise that I sound like the 10 year old me trying to get out of being timed for [...]






