It's a chore, isn't it?
Releasing an EP, playing the launch at St. Pancras Old Church to a top-notch bunch of you lovely, lovely
people, cruising around London
afterwards dreaming of the future with so much tiredness in your eyes
that you
look like you've been soaking your entire head in bleach... (I wrote that
'so much tiredness' bit first and then tried to fill in the end. The
idea of us soaking our head in bleach is accurate in terms of our
appearance, but it doesn't really work, does it? Still, you'll get
what you're given.)
It's
a chore.
So,
today's a day off.
No.
6 in the iTunes electronic chart, highly recommended by those nice
folks at Radio 1, word going all over the globe about
us, apparently.
Display. Display
Display Display. American Display. Vinyl Display.
So
yesterday was the London launch. Saturday is the Brighton launch. Do
come, if you're about, and/or tell your friends. Come come come.
That's
it, then. Display is
OUT! OUT and ABOUT! (Except for our friends in Germany, Austria, and
Switzerland. We had to push it back a bit over there, for reasons.)
Today,
then, is kicking back (which is really taking its toll on my legs) and
watching Seinfeld
and
wasting my time on video games and drinking tea and picking out the
wallpaper for my future swimming pool.
It's
going to be a good day.
Tempted
to head into Brighton later. You know when you're like 'I could go
out. ...maybe I fancy going out. Staying in sounds nice, though. I
don't know... Maybe I'll go out. Will people be out? Of course. Is
that good? Sometimes. If I go out, will everyone go inside? Will that
be
bad? I wouldn't mind having the whole town to myself. I could lick
all the gutters without being judged and smear 'myself' over all the
shop windows. But can I be bothered?'
You
know when you're like that? Well that's how I am.
Nah,
screw it.
If
you need me, I'll be bringing the ruckus. Just follow the slug trail
through town.
Have
fun on this Tuesday; it might be your last.
I
only mean that it might get rebranded to 'Pleasure-day', or something, to
convince everyone that life is good now that we're finally seeing the
benefits of a precarious and
limited economic
recovery. They can finally
afford
to run the air conditioning at full tilt in the back of their
limousines. Oh, praise be to
those on
the
supply
side, for when
tempered by an active and caring government
they truly
are the arbiters
of all that is good and pure in this world.
Yes,
let's just sit here at the bottom of the hill...
That's
enough of that.
Stay safe, and thanks for the love! Keep it coming!
Tim
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