Hey! Happy Mondays to you!
It's me. Back in the land of the living. Not saying I am, I feel like a zombie but pleased to meet you nonetheless! Had a busy old week, and a lot going on, all exciting really but very busy so no updates. I'm toying with getting a "twitter" account but just don't like being "told" to do the next big thing by some twitter twats who think they can tell us what we are ging to do with our time and we will follow, baaaaahhhhh. It happened with myspace which I have never liked, the f***book which is quite irritating also, andI think the idea being all and sundry can be your "freind" is personally quite stoopid. So apologies Jim Jones from wherever the hell, I just aint got the energy. I won't sell many records speaking like this will I? :-)
Some of the endless meetings I have been having of late have started to come to fruition at last and the Music is about to get up and on it's butt. - I bet you've had enough waiting now right? ;-) Hahahha well so have I, but good things come to those who wait and I've already waited too long. But all my hope is not gone.... oh, stop it with the Morrissey obsession already!!!!
Great win for the blessed Arsenal yesterday, which I actually watched on Shitanta, as two days on the prowl with Taylor and Luita (F.R.I.C.T.I.O.N!) proved a little too much for my out of practice old self....needs work to be hardcore y'anno! First off in the evening I went to watch Ms Luita spank the plank in her band The Last Grand, at the Bar Rhumba in Leicester Square.(pictures are still on me camera but I'll do it. Soon....)
Happy days then spent in my old stomping ground of Camden toon, apart from the first visit, which despite being on a guest list, saw yours truly being grumpily asked for identification, which I did not have which resulted in us having to blag our way past some stone faced bint that was probably even younger than me but wanted to **** my s*** up, before being duly stripped of eight whole quid before being hearded into one of what can be described as no less than about twenty cobbled (yeah, great stuff for stillettoes) stable pens. Yep, you guessed it, Proud Galleries........yawn....
Best thing about these cattle sheds were a glorious Morrissey picture framed and up on the wall in ours. (Screwed on awfully tight, so no joy there despite persistance from Farrah and I) Anyway, I much preffered our second stop which was a cute little bash up on Parkway. Nice to see Taylor smiling, although she had still be out since work with no food nore even a change of clothes....rock and roll girl. Speaking of Taylor, I'm off to wonderful Rome to watch my blessed red and white Lovelies take us through to the next leg of the Champions League and see a bit a' culcha....this Wednesday. Taylor has agreed to start being guest blog ladee, (hahhahaha, that don't sound too glam does it!?) so you'll be hearing from her this week. And don't be shy this time, make sure you reply to her damn it because she won't want to traipse through my emails looking for you....
Right. Back inabit with a lickle bit of news, but I have to get packing now.... OH, P.s. would anyone like to get their mitts on my season ticket for the Arsenal this Saturday? I booked the wrong flight so am going to miss it. :-( xxxx
