The evenings draw in…

Well, not wishing to state the obvious or anything – just to pre-empt the pedants, I *know* that they started drawing in on the 22nd of June! Bah… But anyway, it’s getting noticeable – where we had seemingly endless hours of brightness, now there’s a relentless twilight coming not long after tea-time. It’s all a bit disheartening, really.

But it’s not all bad! I’m hoping to get together with mates Mono & Matt (alliteration unintentional, I assure you!) for funky jam stuff this week. And if not, heads will roll. Or I’ll cry. Can you bear waiting for the teeth-grindingly suspenseful conclusion??? Thought not. 🙂

Did I tell you about the Melting Pot gig at the Purple Turtle in Camden? Yes, I believe I did – an eclectic mix of talented musos rocking the joint in no uncertain terms marked the birth of the totally inspired Truly Independent Promotions, with hopefully a bunch more to come. The review and the pics of the evening are over on that distant relative, Go on, have a squint…

I’ve had queries about the Message Board, specifically why the #@%! is there a line through it instead of a live link? Well, it was taken advantage of by some perv who was promoting Russian mail-order brides or postal prostitution or some such – suffice it to say that in my untarnished purity I deleted the message board without reading their filth. (Kept their e-mail addresses, though… :D) In any case, the queries were sufficiently sparse to lead me to believe that not enough people care about it for me to bother reinstating it. So I won’t.

Well, summer may be (unofficially, but obviously!) on its last legs, but I’ve lots of travel plans starting to grow legs and walk about here. Beginning this weekend with a trip to see my lovely god-daughter on the borders of the Northern Wastes, followed swiftly by a trip to sunny Italy to see my old flatmate Anna. Ah yes, happenins veterans will recall that mad one-day whirlwind trip to Rome last December, but this will be a much more leisurely visit. Might give the Turin Shroud a miss, but I’m sure there’s plenty of other stuff to amuse me!

Just on a random side note: I really don’t expect that turd in the Renault Laguna who was tailgating me mercilessly at 85mph on the A21 the other day to visit this website, but if he does – yer an arse, mate! Someday you’ll be driving like the pillock you were the other day and the poor unfortunate in front of you will have an engine seizure or blowout or something that’ll make it too late for you to brake. Result: instant pileup. However good a driver you think you are, you’re not that good. And even if you are, it’s not very comforting for the person whose rear bumper you’re hugging with such dedication. Nuff said – rant over.

Well, I suppose I’d better do some work. After all, these little trips away have to be paid for somehow – and Mr MasterCard will be breathing down my neck very soon, I think… 🙁