… Fug, fuzziness and a brain made of cotton-wool.
I woke up this morning – Saturday – with a really sore bum.
What the hell was going on behind my back in my sleep?
No, I don’t know either.
Anyway.
We’re going to a gig again tonight.
This’ll be only our second gig in two weeks.
Must be getting old or something.
Tonight’s gig is a four-band session and an Album launch.
At the top of the bill: the awe-inspiring ‘Fine Lines’ will be given its live debut by Oxfordshire-based The Rock of Travolta.
It’s taken the band eight years to get the album to this point.
I’m trying to get my head around a group of five musicians taking eight years of effort, energy and enthusiasm – and their spare time! – to get the composition and performance of a work sufficiently close to a place, where they’re finally satisfied enough to declare it as being finished.
Eight years.
That’s a bit boggling.
But I’m really looking forward to it.
I don’t know much about the three supporting bands on the bill, but I wrote a review of Fine Lines which might give you the teensiest clue about how much I like this work.
So, going to tonight’s gig won’t be a pain.
But getting up in the morning?
Yeah, that’s going to be awful.
But we’ve been shopping, and a supply of after-gig crumpets have been laid in.
Sometimes I’m just too rock’n’roll for description, eh?
And it’s the first F1 GP of the season.
Another incentive to get out of bed with something like three hours of sleep.
I’ll go up to the yard tomorrow to spend some quality time being abused by the girls.
It will be the first time in weeks I will have had the space to get up there.
This reinforces how right it was to find Tom another home – a working home.
It was right, but fuck me, it was difficult.
He’s been gone weeks and I am still upset.
But it was right.
Pauses to put trainers on, check my wallet and get ready for the gig…
I didn’t expect to get emotional.
Sometimes I’m just a bit of a girl.
Right, time to go and listen to three rounds of Death Metal before we get to the crowning peak of musical excellence that are, The Rock of Travolta.
Laterz, dudez.
Yeh you are a girl ya big jessy! I am abolutely loving the new look of the blog by the way……. fantastic ……. very clean and funky looking. Nice one
Aww, bless your little cotton socks. 🙂 Thanks. x
Crikey! Look what having a decent broadband connection has done to your blog.
It looks all trendy now (Like I’d know what trendy looks like!)
I was bloody annoyed with myself this morning: was up bright and early (as per usual), pottering around thinking I have plenty of time before the F1 starts. Forgot to put the clocks forward though and completely missed the start.
What a nit.
Who’s your money on?
Masheroony! I’ve done absolute fuckoads of work on the MySQL database behind this. And installed fucktons of goodies. I particularly recommend, as you’re a WordPress person like wot I am, WPtouch; it’s a neat plugin for visitors on mobiles. And I’ve built a library of new themes.
My money, in this year’s F1 malarky, is Bernie Ecclestone. I think he’ll win hands down.
Why has everyone glossed over the sore bum… its Aliens you know.. you’ve been probed!
I think Soph was up to no good behind my back, Clare.
Thing that is great – the new appearance of the blog, it’s lovely. Bright and colourful and cool. Much like you and the lovely Sophie of course.
Thing that is not great – whatever happened to your arse. Have you checked for foliage? I had a friend who once shoved a fern up the arse of another friend when he passed out drunk on the sofa. Worth checking just in case.
Glad you found a good home for Tom, I’m sure wherever he’s enjoying it but you must miss him a lot.
Ah, the old ‘fern up the bum’ trick? I think one of my housemates suffered that fate at university. But we had no foliage in the house at the time. I strongly suspect Soph of mischievous goings on behind my back.
Thanks for the words about the design. I’ve got a bunch of new designs just ready to roll at the push of a button. And thanks for the complement too. 🙂 x