So, I ordered this attractive desk diary a week or so ago, because I gave up trying to find a 2004 Gorey one (last year my year was accompanied by the Gashleycrumb Tinies - hurrah!), and today it arrived. But! There are a few problems. First of all, it's not a ring-bound thing, so it doesn't stay open on one's desk (slightly defeating the purpose of a so-called desk diary), and second of all, the pictures are on the right page, and the dates and stuff are on the left. Which is fair if you're left handed, but as I'm not, and as the pages don't stay flat anyway, it's just ridiculous. And it cost a fucking tenner!
I got sent the Franz Ferdinand album, and it's really, really good. I liked the singles, but they're not the best stuff here. The only things that bothers me is the fact that there's a couple of songs that really sound like the Cure (like, really), which I wish I'd known about last week. Also, they are being hyped to death by the fucking NME, which is an automatic turn-off for me these days. But still! It's good. As is the Courtney Love single, which is a bit cheesey - you can hear the touch of the evil Linda Perry - but which I still like. No one does "psychotic" like Courtney! Also, her voice reminds me of my misspent youth, which is always an amusing thing.
Okay, here's another reason - well, two actually - to like Franz Ferdinand. Their album features a love song addressed to a boy ('Michael'), and their artwork is fucking gorgeous, in a late 1920s book cover sort of way. Hurrah for you, Franz Ferdinand, even though the NME loves you.