and shit, yeah, it's cool

My name is Kirsten. I am arguably a human being.
I left my heart in Aberdeen and 90% of the time I wish I was sitting down. The rest of the time I'm probably sitting down.
These are the things that I like. Hello.

This is really dumb, but I figured it was worth a shot.

I got this hat in around 1996/7 when I, for some reason, decided that my favourite footballer for Aberdeen FC was Iliyan Kiriakov, despite him being demonstrably terrible.

I wore it for a couple of years until the dude left the club and I decided my new favourite was Kevin McNaughton (or Young Kev as I called him… even though I was 10) and immediately forgot about it. Since moving from Aberdeen over two years ago, I’ve felt homesick for the team that previously caused me so much heartache as a youngster and I began looking online for a nice Aberdeen hat so I could show off my gang colours on the mean streets of Edinburgh. Last season, I watched on as they ended up playing better than they had in over a decade and I’d casually mentioned to my dad that I was on the look-out for a hat. A week later he told me he’d stumbled upon my Kiriakov one in the loft. Having completely forgotten about it, I was delighted and picked it up the next time I was in the Granite City in order to wear it to the Scottish League Cup final. But I ended up wearing it all the time. I just thought it was funny more than anything. The majority of clothes I own are stupid, so it made sense to wear a hat embroidered with the name of a Bulgarian footballer from the late 90s and I liked the idea that someday, someone would stop me, recognising the name, and discuss Aberdeen’s 1996-2000 seasons with me. Also I was guaranteed to never have to encounter someone else wearing one at the same time as me and, as it was 17 years old, I could always claim it was “vintage”.

The hat has served me well and I have continued to wear it since that cup final. It has travelled to Spain and Germany with me and most notably appears on my head on Google Street View.

 

Recently, I stopped by our local chipshop whilst wearing it and the guy behind the counter exclaimed, before I had the chance to order, “Kiriakov! He used to play for Aberdeen!” THIS WAS THE OPPORTUNITY I’D BEEN WAITING FOR! He said that they were his team, which I thought was especially great as I couldn’t place his accent. Who would choose Aberdeen as their team if they were from a different country? A TOTAL LEGEND, THAT’S WHO! He told me he’d been up in Aberdeen the week before for their game against Real Sociedad and was sad that they hadn’t managed to beat them. I left the shop feeling magnificent. All because of the hat!

Now, reader, this is where the tale gets sad. We went to a gig after hanging out at a pal’s place on Saturday night and as we got off the bus to get there, it began to rain and I instinctively pulled on my hat. The show was at some squat that I previously never knew existed and as we went up the stairs to it, I remember taking off ol’ faithful and putting it in my bag. Little did I know, this was to be our final encounter. Two days later, as I got ready to leave for work, I looked around for the hat to no avail. I decided I’d have a proper check when I got home that evening so I did and again couldn’t find it. I texted my pal Al whose friend is currently living at the squat to ask her if she’d seen it. I wasn’t even sure that it would be there but couldn’t think of where else it had been. Some ales had been taken on Saturday night so I couldn’t remember if I’d worn it on the way home but I hadn’t drank enough to be oblivious to it falling off my head if I had been wearing it. I toyed with posting a message on the Facebook event page for the gig but figured that might be unnecessary. I checked the page anyway and my heart leapt when the people who’d put on the show posted a picture of the band’s broken guitar as an indication of how good the night was.

And what was in the top left of the photo?

OL’ FAITHFUL! It must have fallen out of my bag as I grabbed my final can of beer from it. HOPE AT LAST! As luck would have it, that night we were going to a show at a proper venue on the same street as the squat, so Dave went along after our gig and had a look around, speaking to Al’s pal who lives there. Nothing. All the way home, I made whimpering noises. Seventeen years I’ve had that guy.

So this is my plea: PEOPLE OF EDINBURGH – please look out for this hat. It breaks my heart that someone might have intentionally taken it, but I’m not sure if that is definitely the case. Equally, I don’t want to think that it’s just been abandoned on some street like an 1900s orphan so would rather someone was getting some use out of it. If you have any leads, please let me know on here or email kirstenin[@]hotmail[.]com (yeah, I still use Hotmail - HASN’T THIS ENTIRE POST SHOWN YOU THAT I LIVE IN THE PAST?!) I’m sorry for shouting. Please come back.

PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY BABY!

And in the end, it came down to greed and fear. 

I accept the result of the Scottish Referendum because the majority voted for it. If that is the will of most of the Scottish electorate then we must deal with it and move forward. I do, however, still think that it is the wrong decision. This isn’t just a case of “boo hoo, I didn’t get my way” . Whereas in 2010, I could accept that people had voted the Tories because a large number of people in the southeast of England have different values to me and knew what they were getting into, this just feels like a mistake. So many people who share ideals with me have voted ‘no’ and I can’t comprehend it. Who denies their country liberty? Who votes against independence? Surely the aim of any country is that it should govern itself. It just seems embarrassing to be given the chance to take charge of our own affairs only to end up allowing another country to make decisions for us. 
The worst thing was the reaction to the results coming in. To see people doing jigs as no votes were announced. What were they celebrating for? The notion that, at best, things would stay exactly the fucking same. What an exciting prospect… 
“Oh, but this will bring about constitutional change!” they say with conviction, as if independence wouldn’t have. 

I had to go to work yesterday after about three hours of sleep and finding out that my country had democratically elected to decline the offer of democracy. I was angry, upset and let down but had to curb it until leaving at 3.30pm.  An hour before this I had such an overwhelming need to cry that it felt as though someone had died, which just seems over-the-top but that’s all I could compare it to. We, as Scots, go into elections expecting disappointment at the end of it and I’d definitely experienced that at the last few so I knew this felt different. It was only after getting home, closing the door allowing myself to hae a proper greet in the privacy of where I live that I realised it wasnt the feeling of bereavement, it was just that the last bit of hope and optimism I’d built up since the start of the year had disappeared in an instant. It made me think that I need to try and claw some of that back. We all do. We have to keep this momentum going in order to build upon what has been achieved. 
1.6million hopeful people will snowball into more once the powers that be in the UK go back on their promises and prove what we’ve been saying all along: they can’t be trusted. It is horrible that it might take that, but for the time being, that is looking to be a likely situation. So I finally did what I have been threatening to do for months and joined the Scottish Greens. I don’t know what this will achieve but it’s better than sitting back and feeling so helpless. The whole thing still feels raw, but I need to know that I won’t feel utterly full of despair forever. I need to believe that if we are offered this chance again in my lifetime, we won’t piss it up the wall. 

If not now, then soon.

And in the end, it came down to greed and fear.

I accept the result of the Scottish Referendum because the majority voted for it. If that is the will of most of the Scottish electorate then we must deal with it and move forward. I do, however, still think that it is the wrong decision. This isn’t just a case of “boo hoo, I didn’t get my way” . Whereas in 2010, I could accept that people had voted the Tories because a large number of people in the southeast of England have different values to me and knew what they were getting into, this just feels like a mistake. So many people who share ideals with me have voted ‘no’ and I can’t comprehend it. Who denies their country liberty? Who votes against independence? Surely the aim of any country is that it should govern itself. It just seems embarrassing to be given the chance to take charge of our own affairs only to end up allowing another country to make decisions for us.
The worst thing was the reaction to the results coming in. To see people doing jigs as no votes were announced. What were they celebrating for? The notion that, at best, things would stay exactly the fucking same. What an exciting prospect…
“Oh, but this will bring about constitutional change!” they say with conviction, as if independence wouldn’t have.

I had to go to work yesterday after about three hours of sleep and finding out that my country had democratically elected to decline the offer of democracy. I was angry, upset and let down but had to curb it until leaving at 3.30pm. An hour before this I had such an overwhelming need to cry that it felt as though someone had died, which just seems over-the-top but that’s all I could compare it to. We, as Scots, go into elections expecting disappointment at the end of it and I’d definitely experienced that at the last few so I knew this felt different. It was only after getting home, closing the door allowing myself to hae a proper greet in the privacy of where I live that I realised it wasnt the feeling of bereavement, it was just that the last bit of hope and optimism I’d built up since the start of the year had disappeared in an instant. It made me think that I need to try and claw some of that back. We all do. We have to keep this momentum going in order to build upon what has been achieved.
1.6million hopeful people will snowball into more once the powers that be in the UK go back on their promises and prove what we’ve been saying all along: they can’t be trusted. It is horrible that it might take that, but for the time being, that is looking to be a likely situation. So I finally did what I have been threatening to do for months and joined the Scottish Greens. I don’t know what this will achieve but it’s better than sitting back and feeling so helpless. The whole thing still feels raw, but I need to know that I won’t feel utterly full of despair forever. I need to believe that if we are offered this chance again in my lifetime, we won’t piss it up the wall.

If not now, then soon.

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Min Diesel Puzzle & Activity EP - Master System Edition

Stu MacHardy asked me and Polly Bound to put the artwork together for the ace new Min Diesel EP and after that we decided to make something a bit special. A USB version that doubles as a replica Sega Master System cartridge. It’s a one off I’m afraid but I think the plan is to auction it off at the Indie label fair in November in Aberdeen with the proceeds going to charity. Look out for it then!

This is so glorious.

Scottish Independence

"Vote no as there’s too much uncertainty surrounding independence."

Hmm… maybe they’re right. Voting ‘No’ seems much more solid.

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Wow, such stability from the ‘No’ side…

"This whole independence thing is just anti-English…"

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See? No hard feelings, lads, we still like you guys, just not the current system. Although, I’m sure you don’t need that spelled out to you, you’re reasonable peo—

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BETTER TOGETHER THEN, EH, LADS?

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We have a hell of a backlog to get through. Our American pals came to stay and gifted to us a fuckload of records from Columbus, Ohio. I am still trying to figure out how to post about them all (nine LPs and ten 7”s) and still give enough credit to each individual record. We haven’t even started to listen yet. I think that is a job for Sunday.

In the meantime, here are some purchases we made ourselves when taking the guys to Monorail, which I had hyped supremely to them beforehand. Secondhand Superchunk and Ian Svenonius doing some of his finest screaming ever.

Saw Errors for the billionth (probably around fifth) time yesterday as they were playing a free show on Glasgow Green. I always feel ashamed of myself for forgetting how great they are and every time I see them live, I am reminded and listen to them on heavy rotation for weeks after. Watching them yesterday, I made a mental note to get hold of physical copies of all their stuff. Later, I went to Monorail with my friend Ross and saw a copy of Have Some Faith In Magic in the secondhand boxes for £bargain and picked it up to begin my belated Errors collection. I actually only have the first two albums on my computer so it was a good bit of luck. I also picked up the second EP by my pal’s band TRANS, which was unbelievably cheap too. The cover is like the last one but the font is green (and the vinyl itself is also green. Mmm…) so pictured above is the back of it instead.
After buying these, I went to see my pals in Battery Face play and had my bags at my feet. Al came into the crowd and stood on my pile of stuff, so another friend Ry moved the records out of the way. It turned out that out of the records, phone, iPod that he could have stood on, he landed on the cake I’d bought for my brother-in-law’s birthday instead. Ah well. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get my phone to take a non-blurry photo with the flash on, but please enjoy A Record A Week On Location: Sinister Hostage Photo Edition

Saw Errors for the billionth (probably around fifth) time yesterday as they were playing a free show on Glasgow Green. I always feel ashamed of myself for forgetting how great they are and every time I see them live, I am reminded and listen to them on heavy rotation for weeks after. Watching them yesterday, I made a mental note to get hold of physical copies of all their stuff. Later, I went to Monorail with my friend Ross and saw a copy of Have Some Faith In Magic in the secondhand boxes for £bargain and picked it up to begin my belated Errors collection. I actually only have the first two albums on my computer so it was a good bit of luck. I also picked up the second EP by my pal’s band TRANS, which was unbelievably cheap too. The cover is like the last one but the font is green (and the vinyl itself is also green. Mmm…) so pictured above is the back of it instead.

After buying these, I went to see my pals in Battery Face play and had my bags at my feet. Al came into the crowd and stood on my pile of stuff, so another friend Ry moved the records out of the way. It turned out that out of the records, phone, iPod that he could have stood on, he landed on the cake I’d bought for my brother-in-law’s birthday instead. Ah well.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t get my phone to take a non-blurry photo with the flash on, but please enjoy A Record A Week On Location: Sinister Hostage Photo Edition

I can’t wait for the day where I can legitimately and triumphantly use the phrase, “watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away”.

This gets stuck in my head a lot. These guys are real nice.

I genuinely wouldn’t give a shit about this song if it wasn’t by Dolly Parton. I think she might be the most pleasant person to ever have existed.

I am subjected to eight hours a day of BBC Radio 2 at work and they have been playing this song a lot. At first I didn’t really pay much attention to it other than thinking, “Aww… Dolly Parton…: but it has worn me down and I think I now have strong feelings of love for it. Yeah yeah, it’s just a cheesy motivational song about trying your best and achieving your dreams, but it’s almost a power-ballad and I am a sucker for a song I can mime and emotionally air-grab too. Also she gave a phone interview to Steve Wright the other day (ughhhh…) and she said that she originally wrote it as an anthem for her CHILDHOOD LITERACY PROGRAM. Best lady. And what a voice! Dolly’s still got it, even if she doesn’t use it live.

I’m applying for another job right now that looks awesome and BY GOD, I’M GOING TO GET IT BECAUSE DOLLY TOLD ME I COULD IF I JUST SET MY MIND TO IT!

That sure showed them!

That sure showed them!