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Did you think I'd dissapeared with a yoga mat and a few carrot sticks?? Wrroooonnngg.
I'm back. And thank you ever so for the kind words of worry about my safety. I HAVE NOT lost it and gone on a hippy fit. I'm still 'ere causing trouble, playing loud loud punk music and cavorting with the devil. (Yes - you - Taylor)
I do though, appear to be coming down with a cold. I've laid low and eaten well and slept an awful lot but been fighting a fever in the past week. Boring stuff being ill. Anyway. I witnessed a Lovely game of footy this evening. I was meant to meet Taylor but was feeling really tired. I called and she was quite fine without me, at home and drunk as a skunk come four this avo. Practising "Rio" with her new baby Ashdown amplifier from what I could hear on the phone. Good girl.
Three one to the Arsenal. We won, we were fabulous, good old Thomas Rosisky. That dont look right. (Sorry Slapz), I know who I mean. Tommy Gun. The tune hasn't caught on yet as most people who popped round for the game and plenty Highbury goers have no idea what the hell I am rambling on about. Tommy Gun is a blinder of a tune by the blessed Clash. If you aint got it, get it. It's not only a great song lyrically thanks to Mr Joe Strummer but it's got one of the few "boy" riffs I actually like to play in it. One suggestion from Mr Avenell is to get them to play it over the speakers at Mecca. Best whisper the idea to Arsene. Nah, seriously. Seriously enjoyable game of football. We played really smoothly. Lovely goal from Sir Terence too, nice to see the Lion awaken!
Anyway Liverpool. I couldn't help thinking about old stuff once folk had gone. Old old stuff that, well,it dosent really pay to start thinking about old stuff now does it. Onwards and upwards. Keep looking forward, new year blah de blah.... Positivity. So, I dived into the old writing. I've been at it for some hours now. My eyes are going well square. You'll get to read me efforts at some point soon no doubt. Tis good therapy is writing. But, now for bed. Tomorrow. Lots of Love. X
