Finding titles for these entries are getting tougher. Of course, I want to keep you all entertained and I don’t want to repeat myself, but how to keep the titles fresh and engaging? So I thought I’d type something I did which has absolutely nothing to do with this blog entry. So there you go – if you read any weird titles that bear no relation to the following text, it is because I’m bereft of ideas and have fallen back to just stating the bleeding obvious.
In the post: a cheque for a fairly significant sum of money. However, this is no cause to celebrate as this has been earmarked for HM Taxman (or as we refer to them in this house: that money grabbing, cock-sucking, ass-sniffing, son-of-a-bitch whore-chasing cuntbucket who’d sell his own daughter to the highest bidder just for the fun of making an extra penny). Excuse that last outburst, it was a nervous tick. I could have used even fruitier parlance, but I didn’t want to frighten the horses. Anyhoo, when you live in a country where our tax money is squandered at ever opportunity – and don’t even get me started on the local council, grrrr – it is only natural to be a little upset when money you need is taken from you and given to someone who is just a freeloader. Oh my, I’ve just turned into a Tory – get the bolt gun and pierce my brains this very minute.
So there’s nothing more saddening to have a sum of money that could ease your immediate problems, but it is out of reach. Now I know what the tramp feels like when he stars in through the restaurant window, watching the bourgouisie quaffing their in-just desserts. Remember, it’s not what you do, it’s where you are born and who you are born to that counts. Poor hard done by Darren. Pull yourself together, you whinging pansy and get a grip man.
Brrrrrr – that’s better. Grip established. Whinge terminated.
Last night, over dinner, I subjected the Missus to the worst 45 minutes of her life. I previewed the first 32 minutes of the next CD and some off-cuts to her. I must admit that it all sounded rather good glued together and I can’t wait to get it all finished. What do they say about pride before a fall? Oh dear. You’ve heard some of the CD already through the various MP3s I’ve posted here, but this is a cleaner, more finished version. It’ll be good, I promise. Cross my heart and swear to die. Just need a name for it though. Still stumped with that one.
Today, I sold out again of my mega-compilation Sows’ Ears & Silk Purses. I’ve got some copies I made last year to send over and I think I’ve sold near 50 copies all together, which isn’t bad considering I am a completely musicless nobody with no talent or ear for a tune. Ho, ho, ho – con of the century, I say. But I’ve not had any complaints. Again, I think I’ve about broke even on that particular title – but it is expensive to put together as it is 4-CDs and the postage to the US costs a flipping fortune.
When talking to the Missus, we discussed the podcasts things I do and she asked me about traffic. I honestly don’t know how many people access those files, so I put a secret podcast file up to see exactly how many people dowload it without any prompting or links from this page. Some of the podcast files have had nearly 500+ accesses, but that’s difficult to quantify because people could come to them via other sources, such as search engines or whatever else. Anyway, it should be interesting to get some kind of initial figure. My first and only video podcast has been particulary well received with 850 access from Video Google and well over 150 access direct form this site. Not bad, I say.

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