Weds.

Wed-nes-day. Funny ole word that eh? Depending on how you pronounce it I guess. I quite like the Cockney way. Like wensdey. Sunday's my favourite. It's my favourite day as well as my favourite word for a day. SUNday. Yeah, I'll have a bit o the old sunshine please. We could do with a bit of that round here. It's raining and the sky is white. Dirty white. We have above us a great big dirty white sky. Or off white if you don't want your description to sound so mean. Like large man instead of fat git. "Somewhat tiresome" = pain in the arse, "flamboyant" = show off. Ladies who "glow" rather than "sweat" which is what beastly men do.

Ah fuck it. I've got the grumps today. I'm off to play the ole geetar in a minute, it's time to write a new tune. The annoying thing is I'm stuck in the middle of finishing the first album recording wise and can't get in to the studio for another week. It's been a long time coming and I can't seem to concentrate on old stuff now I want to do the new. But anyways. I'm just typing here for no reason other than I happen to be next to a computer. What a duff afternoon. I learnt one new thing today in how to deal with Broadband problems in a rush. Ask for your mac code and they put you straight through to someone who proceeds to kiss your backside until you get exactly what you want and possibly a bit more. So there you go. Nuffink to say of any importance today. Or ever quite possibly. I'll come back when I feel inspired. Or not. Byedebye....

Oh, and happy easter. My ears have run out of sparkle so I'm not posting a picture. Bunny's having a year off. xxxx