My trip to Horrids.

Not my usual choice of area for shopping these days, the purse doth not allow it, but I just popped over to SW1 with my super nephew for a quick glance at the "Harrods Rocks" exhibition. It was altogether rather lacking and ended up getting me in serious doodah. No, I didn't purchase a five million trillion pound axe - most there were pretty damn awful and all the really good ones weren't for sale. Most of the designer efforts were pretty pantalon. No diamond encrusted pink spangly numbers but then they don't know yours truly as yet. Gimme half a chance and I'll show 'em a bit of glamour....

I am looking to aquire a new baby and half of me is thinking of a spangly white and silver number and half of me is leaning toward a shiny black and yellow Les Paul - aka the "Queen Bee". Wouldn't it be lovely if I could JUST make and use it for the track Alright and then dump it off to charity of choice....mmmmmmmmm

Anyway, having the grumps as the world just aint fabulous enough gets you in trouble when you are I, as a quick stint in the ladies department and a detour up to Patrick Cox has left me in the serious shit money wise. Beans on toast it is..... :-(

I'm off to see our video guy about the Jelly Baby project in a minute so it won't be long before the records start hitting the shelves and we are out and about playing again. Woohhoooo! Keep ya posted back later. XXXX