of butterflies and hurricanes..

Performance is kind of addictive. I didn't twig onto this very early. I have vague memories of being an air raid warden in primary school and I also have more distinct memories of pissing myself whilst singing 'Lady in Red' in Year 7 (could it be I had taste even back then?). I vaguely remember Mr Baker being involved in that particular incident as well, though I could be mistaken.

I digress. Last nite's (that's Wednesday for those of y'all reading this on a different timescale to my posting of it) gig was super great fun and I bopped and bounced and threw shapes like a good'n. Then Open Mic tonite was also very good fun,

I may have had a point. I may also have had 4 pints and no dinner. What of it?

I'll stop now before I hurt someone.

overandout