the eve of the war

Well.. Not literally. But it's a little nod for y'all Jeff Wayne fans oot there.

Bub and Sass get marrid on the morrow. Good times. Lots of music preparation been going on.

Going to drink whiskey and smoke cigars now. Sinfully delicious y'all uptights.

So much trouble for such few wordses.

love you

beware the red mist

This post is all about today. OK?

Today we went to the London and for to record some. We were recording some for a tee vee programme. It's a pilot for an entertainment programme that will be pitched to zeetv. We had to mime two songs. That was strange. You can see the studio set up on the right.

After we got back myself and the misses went for a spot of dinner with Anwar and Hanwar. That was nice. Nice food and nice chats. So thanks for asking..

I went to play foop-ball after that and let me tell you, that was not the best of times.. I hate to see grown men turn to pricks because of a game. Really I do. Especially when I follow suit. I have to confess I did yell at someone to "copulate" off because it all became too much. Not my finest hour. My own prickishness arrives not because of a game but because of people taking said game too seriously and becoming asshats. That doesn't excuse it of course. But hey, it's all square now. We're all good and I'm sippin' wine and chillin' and I'm leavin' you with a lovely sunset.

Yo Yo