Look away now...

Worst night I've ever had.

 

I'm not going to go into details - let's just say I've become very familiar with all the low angles in the bathroom having visited 21 times in the last 14 hours.

Tax-deductible Houmous

Talking to a mate about the Babybird album - they were very disparaging about the idea of it as their only previous point of reference was You're Gorgeous which they thought was bland. They hadn't realised what it was about - the seduction of a boy by an older man. You see, people don't listen to lyrics... That song has been sung at so many traditional weddings, which I find very funny...

I just got very wet in the rain and changed my trousers for an old pair of jeans. Not only are they a bit tight but I've just now realised they have a hole in the crotch. Must remember to sit cross legged for the rest of the day.

Jilly has been offered the TV job she really wanted. Delighted for her - she deserves it. This will now be a huge test of character for her. Does she accept the offer or continue slaving away for free with us? I know what I would do... There is a third way of course. Which is going to require plenty of houmous and red wine, all of which of course is tax deductable.

Virtual Regrets

That extra hour makes it harder getting up. Plus the fact that the council have recently replaced all the street lamps in my road and I've now got a nuclear flare outside my window that you could see from the moon. I can't sleep unless it's dark and I fear I'm now going to need alpine shutters or at least some of those blinds they used in the blitz.

 

There's still a huge black stain on my rug from yesterday. Tried geting it out with newspaper and a hot iron, stain remover etc, but nothing worked. So I've turned the rug around and now the stain is in the opposite corner of the rug, which somehow feels like an improvement.

 

A friend at work has suggested a new app for the iPhone: a sensor detects if there's too much alcohol in the bloodstream and then stops all texts, emails and purchases made under the influence. That would prevent the dreadful feeling that comes with waking up and instantly experiencing the previous evening's online activity. Virtual Regrets. We've had a few...  

Desert Island Discs - Rock & Roll...

For some reason people are picking up on 'Some of Your Planes'. Apparently it was played on BBC Radio 4 this morning. Isn't that the radio station for older people? Anyone would think I wasn't hip and happening...

Apologies for the lack of blog yesterday - things got a little heavy rehearsing for the evening's show and I was unable to string a sentence together. Mungo's brother Adrian broke into Mungo's shed and brought the 8 foot paddle into town in time for the performance. 

The show went fine, in case you're wondering. Although I nearly didn't find the paddle in time because it had been moved from the place where I set it. I also forgot the words to one of my songs but managed to make up some nonsense that fitted the tune, and even rhymed. No-one ever listens to the lyrics in any case. A good tune is all you need. I'm starting to realise that the rest can be 'sha-la-la' for all it's worth. Mungo lost his own body weight in sweat having to operate the sound and lights.

Jilly's TV job interview went well this week, I'm unhappy to say. But I managed to bribe her to maybe stick around with us after the show last night with some red wine and a pork pie, forgetting momentarily she is a vegetarian. It was lovely to see Peter - our man in the city - who clearly has his finger in many pies at the moment, but sadly he couldn't make it back after the show to share in the pork.

Just tidying away all the kit from the show last night and have just knelt down on the black make up stick that gets used in the big finale. There is now a massive oily black stain on the rug in my room which wont come out. I've also managed to get it all over my clothes.

Rock & roll...

Song: Some of Your Planes

11:00

11.00 am. We're setting up at LSMT for tonight's show. Just carried a flight case up 2 flights of stairs. And we seem to already be up shit creek as Mungo forgot the paddle...

Mungo's mixing...

Looked out of my window this morning. The first thing I saw was a frisbee on the roof of a house. Something about it reminded me of childhood.

 

Just restrung my red guitar for the show tomorrow night. Feeling a little apprehensive. Mungo has 'borrowed' a 16 channel mixing desk from our mate who is a genius at sound. We only need three channels. And Mungo doesn't even know how to work those....

 

Jilly - who does our website and keeps us connected with the hip generation just a few years beneath us - has a meeting for a new job this afternoon. Be fantastic if she gets it, but then she might find it harder working with us for free... Have to be very, very very nice to her...