There’s a chill in the air, isn’t there?
Valentine’s
wishes to those of you having a tough meterological time of it in at the
moment. We’re on the South Coast, but are not seeing the kind of badness that lots of you are. Do be
well, or ‘do-be-do-be-do be well’ as Fred Sonata would say.
We’ve
been all around the houses this week. A couple of days of recovery, a couple of
days of great big work and more new songs for live purposes. Lots of stuff
going on behind the scenes as always, new avenues and futures and all that as
usual. The same old stuff in that everything is new. Consistence in novelty and
excitement. It’s pretty good, really.
I’m
just putting together the last bits of my ‘Valentine’s day surprise’ for my
loved one. It’s a 21st century musician’s lifestyle simulator – the most
realistic one yet! First I will succumb to an absurd desire to destroy my body
and mind, then we’ll live in one damp room with nothing but books and guitars
for company, and then this evening we’re going to feast on scraps of rat and
cupboard shavings! Ooh, she’s a lucky girl. Then she gets to agree to
everything I say and agree that everything I do is good so I don’t crumple into a
pool on the floor, weeping into an essay entitled ‘What I want to be when I
grow up.’
I think the rest of the band have the same
kind of thing ‘planned’.
Happy
Valentine’s Friday!
Telston
Tim’s top tip: One thing missing on
Valentine’s day? i.e. human contact? Simply drink heavily and manipulate a hand
puppet into a selection of depraved acts! Or, order a bunch of flowers
delivered to your door alongside a card that reads ‘From yourself.xx’ Upon
receiving them, immediately open the card, stare the courier in the face and
declare ‘They are flowers from me that I sent to myself.’ The courier will run
away so fast that they’re bound to knock someone unconscious in their retreat.
Hey presto! A Valentine’s date is yours!
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