Friday blues.

Well, it's Friday yes, blue, no never.... I have had a funny and rather manic week, despite it promising to be a quiet one says diary. LIES! Iv'e spent most of it running from this thing to that with an allergy of some sort or another, sniffling and bunged up like a stuffy pig rummaging around looking for truffles - yeah, glamorous thought hey? Still managed to do a few things but, alas, not all music related. The pig bit is not far wrong either. I've grown decidedly lardy in the last few months so I have to get my arse into shape. Start tomorrow.

:-(

I managed to get a quick few piccies done during the week with the delightful Mrs Mills (Arsenal shirts cover a multitude of sins) and hung out with the purple superhero again on Wednesday evening.... grand as ever might I add.... I left with a sticky mop of hair yet again resembling a Wino style bird's nest, after going absolutely wild down at the front for the entire performance. All these VIP tickets by the stage - the poor man will think he has a stalker. (She says, still outright refusing to admit it was not just me and him in the building....) "I know he was smiling at me you know" type bollocks she swoons ;-) Ah well. His shows have cheered me up no end this year. It's been a tough one in alot of ways. Alas, just one more night it is. next Friday, the 21st of September. If only it was not the last. I'm praying for Rasberry Beret and Starfish and Coffee on the last night. Non Prince loving readers roll eyes at this point....

Right. I'm off to get an early night, but with plenty to say and nowt on this weekend I shall be back. Until then....I bid you good night. XXXX