I am a liar. You’ll get over it.

Hey, at least I’m updating regularly, even if it’s not when I say it will be. That’s the very nature of blogging though, isn’t it?

Well, what’s been going on? Since the last post, the UK government have approved human/animal hybrid embryos for research purposes. Lawks. Quite apart from the fact that this story has disappeared almost immediately, as opposed to the Victoria Beckham cack that usually stretches on for weeks, this was a genuine shock to me. I’ll admit to not reading further into the subject but this has got me thinking. On the one hand, the geek in me wants to see minotaurs serving me a coffee in Starbucks in eighteen years, but on the other, more sensible hand, the ethics of it… Christ. I know they’re not going to raise them or even let them live until the point they’re generally considered to be beings, but what a horrible step this is. It’s crossed a line. And true to the bleak sci-fi movies we’ve scoffed at, it passed by without a huge fuss being made. It’s not like me to comment on news stories. Hell, I hardly understand what most of it means. Still, this is just a little too weird for me, I think.

On a brighter note, Manchester has a new radio station devoted to classic rock! Woo! Now, I consider myself to be a lapsed music appreciater. Around my 27th birthday, I stopped caring as much about music. Lost my passion, you might say. It was almost heartbreaking that I couldn’t get the same enjoyment out of new music, but that might have had something to do with the guitar music renaissance turning out to be nothing more than a load of Mockney twiglets with nasal voices trying oh, so hard to be the Spiders from Mars and, in reality, being the new R Whites bloke en masse. Still, keeping abreast of decent music isn’t hard as long as you have access to MySpace. The site is pretty much tacky awfulness, but it’s doing more for music than RCA, Sony and B & Q combined. So as a result, hope has arrived in the form of Remi Miles (better in his demos than polished tracks, in my humble onion), Haunts, Los Campesinos and very recently, Midnight Juggernaut. Seriously, go and listen to them now. Their whole album is on MySpace right now, and I will buy it.

Oh yeah, the radio station. Well, in the absense of a wave of amazing new stuff, what better way to spend your car journey than by soundtracking it with the greats? It’s cheese, pure and simple, but nothing beats driving on a hot sunny day, ears full of Van Halen or (as was my motorway theme today) Def Leppard’s 80s-tastic ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’. Awesomeness on a scale I can’t measure. So far, no ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’, which can only be a good thing for the song’s own sake. It’s in danger of joining ‘Simply the Best’, ‘I Will Survive’ and that bloody Tony Christie **SONG THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED** in the league of songs that have been played to death, resurrected and handed to the general public (including the ones who are just unbelievably stupid) on a silver platter to have as their own. Shaun of the Dead brought it back in a cool way, but also set it up for this kind of treatment. Now Cadbury’s have put the final nail in the coffin. You know the ad: the follow-up to the gorilla one (also terrible), and if you have no idea, I refuse to link to it. Why encourage them?

Yeah, my point is that classic rock is great. I’m not even a dad, so it is a valid point.

However, I will soon be thirty. That’s not the best thing on Earth. We’re talking January, so there’s time to do some of the legendary ‘Things to do Before You’re 30′ rubbish. Maybe I’ll Google a list and see if there’s anything feasible on there. I will not skydive or bungee jump (scared of heights) or swim with dolphins (scared of water). We’ll see, though.

Midnight now. Tiredness setting in. Another sign of impending ‘calm’ age setting in. I’m wearing slippers too, for God’s sake! Aaaargh!