Continuity!?
Hey. Ti's I. Back again! I don't like the thought of depressing anybody that reads this blog so I'm not going to go into detail about my disappearance last week - I'd rather carry on as if I've not been away but thanks for messages - :-D
Thank the lowerd above that I am not Amy Winehouse. Firstly, because, although I'd have a wonderful voice, I'd be one seriously unhappy bunny. Secondly, I'd have a record deal with some right old shallow morons that would no doubt be on my case all day and night long, and thirdly because I would be, ahem, really skinny and very ugly. Is it nasty of me to say that? Probably, but there we go - I just did. And lastly, and the bit that would have done my nut in the most - the past week of my life would have been ten times more stressful and the ugly eye of the media would have followed me about and plastered their version of events all over their filthy rags. Although, to quote Oscar Wilde, There is only one thing worse than being talked about, And that is NOT being talked about....
Ahhhh, the anonymity of keeping an online blog. Well, I know, I know, this website is covered in photographs of me and I sit here talking about myself all the time, so it's not exactly anonymous, but still.... I could be a hairy old leper you know. You don't really know where I am or what I'm really like, do you? Well, maybe you do. People always say I'm too honest for my own good.
Its certainly true that I don't know who the hell you are. You could be hairy lepers. Not that I have anything personal against a hairy leper or two, I can't say I've ever met one to date. Urgh. I don't mean I have'nt met a hairy leper "to date" yet, I mean up until now I haven't met one. Oh damn it, shut up Kiria. Do you think that's why people like living in London? Because they can be anonymous in amongst the masses of other people? That's why my Mam says there are lots of weirdos in London. Because she thinks they know it's easier to get away with stuff when no one knows who they are.
So. Back to priorities. A Lovely win for the blessed Arsenal tonight. A hat-trick for Manoooo Adebayor who wasn't even on the pitch for very long, a great show from Cescy too, and fantastic to hear the away fans singing for our legends. Thierry, Vieira, Dennis and Wrighty.... ahhhhh. Well done Poppy for making the trip up there alone, I hope you felt a little less angry at having cold feet (real ones - not nerves - it was cold up there!) come the final whistle.... :-) And goodness me what's happening with the northern reds?? Are they going to let Chelsea scoop the title? I sincerely hope not.
Aaargh I don't know. Anyway, I did do, during last week's High-Ho's, a stint back in the recording studio with Mr Hardy. I was in such a bad mood that it suited me as I'm currently working on a Velvet's style tune - well, that's what I'd like to describe it as sounding like - (rather than "sang by a miserable old bint with a bad attitude.") Fingers crossed when I get in and hear it on Friday it will sound like The Velvet Underground and not some lost cow looking for it's herd....
Right. I'm going to bed. I need to get my lazy bum out of it early for once. I am really very tired tonight. All that excitement watching the football probably....
:-) Good night folks. Sooooooooon!
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