Well its my birthday. I cant work these computer things, so my spoelling and punc,tution are allto cock. Bugger me big stylee!
Still reeling from 2 weeks ago. I got to meet The Mighty Chop! Lambchop. Listen to their music, they are so good its enough to make a grown man like me weep.
I'm a happily married man of 4 years but I still have sleepless nights. thinking about my close call with the great and talented Winona on the same weekend. My wife, Sandra, and I have a kind of a deal. If she gets to meet George Clooney she is allowed to snog him, if I get to meet Winona Ryder I'm allowed to have sex and everything and live with her and snog her and like make a whole life with her and kids and all that. So, when we drove past the beautiful Winona at the Witness festival in Dublin the other week I missed the only chance I would ever have of getting to meet her.
M1 M1 M1 all the way to London.The streets paved with fucking wierdoes. Des and Beeves singing Happy Birthday to me all the way. First of all in Jazz style, then in a Rock n Roll style, then in a kind of a smoochy lovesong style. Lovely blokes. They make me laugh so much even when I'm pissed off. They make all the shit seem worthwhile.
We see balloons, we stop at Tibshelf. We ogle Audi TTs. We head towards London to meet up with the band and the rest of the crew. We load about ten tons of gear into the trailer. I really am too old for this kind of thing, Some kind of weird pissed up anarcho-hippies hanging around. So I say hello to them and leave the van, hoping they wont break into it.
Beeves pours me a giant vodka and something and we watch the exploits of Nasty Nick on Big Brother. We drive round to Kings X and meet up in the Lincoln. There's a groovy jazz band playing. Steve stares in admiration as the bass player plays more than one string at a time, Mikey Best gazes in wonder at the amazing antics of the drummer with a better shirt than him, Dan is dumbstruck by the soaring voice of the singer:There isnt one, Rick watches in disbelief at the lightening guitar solos. Mickey Dale looks smug, there are no keys.
Later on, on the bus we try out the orgasmatron, We all like it, Dan torments Miami Dave with it. He loves it the slag. I'm really quite pissed, but it is my 37th birthday so I think that's fair enough. Heres Rickyboy, almost looking happy and Dan has a go on him with the Orgasmatron. We are at Dover now. Get on ferry, wake up in Germany. Cant say its an easy life!! |
