5000+ miles from home and it’s really bloody difficult to write an entry with a keyboard balanced on your knee as you sit on the edge of the hotel room bed. It’s taken me 15 minutes to get this far…
Jet-lag is bad this time but what can you do. Tomorrow night, I have an appointment with Mr Jones. Oh yes, boyo!
Category: Diary
I feel stiff and achy and I am still suffering the physical side effects of last night’s gig. That’s never happened before. It feels like I’ve been run over by a steam roller.
During the night, I had a dream. I rarely have/remember dreams, but this time my nocturnal adventures were inspired by VDGG. Basically, I followed David Jackson riding a bicycle and found myself invited to tea by Peter Hammill with some other fans. In my dream, I told him how much I enjoyed his music and the concert. I don’t remember anything else. I think custard creams were served. 🙂
I forgot to add that we had a General Election yesterday. Of course, me and The Missus exercised our constitutional right and voted. The right man still won, but this time around, with a reduced majority, we have a slightly more democratic House of Parliament. What gets me is when the other political leaders say: “We wouldn’t have gone to war” it makes me laugh, because the decision isn’t taken by the Prime Minister. The intelligence services have a lot to do with it and the thought of little Charlie Kennedy looking all blank-eyed, like a ginger puppy in human form, as the case for war in Iraq is presented to him makes me snigger. Blair’s back…and this time it’s personal!
What I love about the UK is we don’t take any of this political stuff seriously. The biggest tabloid daily newspaper is The Sun and to illustrate the political fight, they published the following picture and a slideshow illustrating the political battle, with each lady representing one the political parties (the one in blue panties is Conservative, the one in the red panties is Labour). Who’s the best? There’s only one way to find out! FIGHT!
Nervous. Exciting things are afoot. VDGG reunion concert tonight among other things. Feel all shakey inside.
In the post: VDGG – Present
A great co-incidence that this arrives today. I have a press copy from months ago, but this is my official bona-fide copy. Spinning it again in order to get juiced up for the gig tonight. 🙂
The Apprentice ended its run last night and it was a very entertaining end to an equally entertaining series. The right man won it in the shape of unassuming Tim, but bigmouth Saira came up quids in too, she’s been offered a job with old craggy-faced Sugar too. I must admit, I kinda warmed to Saira. Her loud-mouted incompetence was hilarious and she is the female David Brent – the right two people ended up in the final. Congrats to all who took part and I look forward to the next series. My favourite, Paul, didn’t win, but appeared on the follow-up show “You’re Hired” dressed all in black. I remarked to The Missus that he should audition as a new Dr Who villain!
In the post, the new digital camera. I am off snapping random objects around the house. Look out Alex and Speckle – I’m gonna shove this thing in your face and snap away like a cheap papparazi. 🙂
I still can’t get a grip on this schizophrenic weather. One minute it is hot and my scalp gets sunburnt, the next it is freezing cold and I am wrapped up in my wooly jumper. I hope that this summer is better than the wash-out that was 2004. Fingers crossed, eh?
Ouch! My bald pate is sunburnt. It’s sore, it’s sore.
Today, got to get all my work done. Got to get it all done before deadline. Went mad and ordered a new digital camera on condition that I can flog my old one for £150 on eBay. I am constantly amazed how electronic equipment is constantly getting better. My old camera was the best of its class in 2002, but now three years later, I’ve bought a better one for a fraction of the price. Amazing.
Getting excited about the VDGG concert at the end of the week, though I won’t be listening to any VDGG music until the day of the gig, just to get me whipped up to fever pitch. 2005 is a great year for gigs so far.
More Sows’ Ears have been produced and are ready to be sent off to the US of A. Got paid for digital playbacks today. My goodness, the digital payment is pure profit and I am astounded that people are willing to buy music from a no good bum who’s never played a gig in his life. If only I was a proper musician, I might make some more money. 🙂
Was taken out in the car to visit a retail park, looking for a DTT Freeview box to replace our knackered Sky+ setup. Out of three shops, none of them had the one I wanted in stock – nor did they have any boxes with hard drives to store TV shows. Should have ordered one online, but I wanted to have a mooch in a shop. Sometimes some old fashioned shlepping around the shops is good for the soul, no?
On the way back, we stopped at the pub and had a couple of pints and a bite to eat. I was concerned that the man with the mobile phone would be there, ready to harrass us, but he wasn’t. After an afternoon in the sun, I got a big fat red face for my sins and a couple of quid lighter. On the way out of the pub who should be standing by the car park resplendant with a pint in one hand and his mobile phone in the other (clamped to his ear and engaged in conversation) than our old friend Mr Mobile Phone Big Mouth Man. People never change, eh?