All the refreshment of Coca-Cola with a delicious cherry flavour.

If there's one thing I have learned this week (although, to be fair, it should go without finding out through intense listening), it's that, if you're feeling miserable, then you should put on some happy tunes. Just stick on an album that you can lose yourself in, with smiles and laughter and fond memories. For example:
'Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not' by Arctic Monkeys. With it's lack of heartfelt ballads and abundance of punchy, catchy riffs, it can't really fail to cheer you up. Unless you're a certain someone.


'Odelay' by Beck. It's too weird and wonderful not too cheer anyone up. It's also one of the greatest albums ever made. And that's official.

'Turn the Radio Off' by Reel Big Fish. I'll let this one speak for itself. They do have an album named 'Cheer Up!', but the lyrics are too self-loathing to be included.

'The Good Times' by Afroman. To be honest, I don't really remember much of the fond memories associated with this album.

Any one of these albums would suffice. But no. What album am I listening to? Right now, even as I write a blog complaining about my listening to it?

Yeah. That would be 'OK Computer' by Radiohead. Regarded by the people of Britain as the best album of all time it may be, it isn't half depressing. But I feel compelled to listen to it anyway, despite the fact it's, if anything, making me feel somewhat worse. Some people would regard it as appreciating a work of art, despite the many setbacks it inflicts, and call it clever. I regard it as appreciating a work of art, despite the many setbacks it inflicts, and call it fucking stupid. Maybe I'll stick on the new Kings of Leon album. But that's not exactly the most cheerful album of recent times. And I'm not even supposed to like Kings of Leon.

One thing that has helped me get through this terrible week (I say it's terrible, despite Tuesday being the day I finally got those fucking braces off) is the great amount of Cherry Coke in my house. What possessed us to order so much Cherry Coke is beyond me, but I do love Cherry Coke, so I'm not going to complain. Okay, I could find a complaint to make: I prefer Pepsi to Coke. I like it much more. So where's all the Cherry Pepsi, I ask? Well, they don't sell Cherry Pepsi. Well, in the United Kingdom, anyway. I'm willing to bet they do it, or have done it, in America.

*checks*

Motherfuckers. I have discovered, through not-very-extensive research, that not only do they do Wild Cherry Pepsi (not just Cherry Pepsi, Wild Cherry Pepsi), but they also do 'Black Cherry French Vanilla'. That's crazy. That's actually quite absurd. They also have Strawberries and Cream. Strawberries and Cream Pepsi. That's ridiculous. And I really want to try it. But surely that must be disgusting? Strawberry Pepsi sounds reasonable, but putting cream into the mix makes me feel extremely skeptical. They should do Egg Custard Tart Pepsi.



...actually, no, they shouldn't.

BOSS NIGGER.

I hope that got your attention. Although, to be honest, I hope you didn't stop paying attention initially. I finally watched it today with The Legendary Joe Fielder, fulfilling a dream we've had for at least a couple of years now. I would write a review, but to be perfectly honest, I shouldn't have to reccomend it to you. The urge to watch this film must surely have struck you by now, from just the title and the poster. So, I'm going to leave it there. Next up on the blaxploitation-classics list: Black Shampoo. Should be a good 'un.

I'm going to finish this blog entry now. I was planning to write a beautiful piece of poetry to go out on, but to be honest, I can't find the motivation and I'm really not in the mood. Although the auto-saving of drafts that this blog service provides is extremely comforting.