Here we are, then. It's 'morning' again (that's according to Phoria Mean Time, it's actually...afternoon or something. All I know is that I've just this second woken up, and that's never a good thing.)
Last night was Shepton Mallet digital arts festival, which we played with previously mentioned fellow Beatituder Cate Ferris. It was a great gig, just so you know. Thanks to all who came, thanks to all who worked, thanks to all who played, thanks to all who thanked, and thanky thanks thank gig mallet.
Right, that happened because last night was 'one of those', where Seryn, Cate and I were scouting around Ciara's Beatitudes palace at 6am for another bottle of red wine. That sounds like fun, doesn't it? Well, it was. Especially the bit about the red wine. That was the bit you just read. Pay attention.
We even kept Ciara and husband Bram (husbram) awake until something o'clock talking about weird stuff we liked. They had to leave at 9am today to, you know, do 'real person' stuff, foolishly leaving their beautiful home in the hands of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...5 people? I think there are 5 of us. No...6. Unless you wish to personify the foul taste in my boozified gob, in which case there are 73 persons here, and an antelope. We're running low on tea.
So far we've stripped the walls, cooked the cat, and eaten everything under the sink. That's about as disgustingly destructive as we can think of being at this time in the morning, but the day is young, and so is Seryn. I think we're going to lock the doors and christen Fort Phoria by blowing it up with us inside, screaming with regret.
So, yes! Let the Beatitudes bells ring! Not too loud, though. I've just woken up.
Tim
(Barely any cats were cooked in the writing of this...thing.)
Normal, band based service will resume this week.
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