Bought a bag of 30 razors for 99p from one of those bargain stores...
They're totally ruthless. It's like trying to shave with the remains of an old pencil sharpener. I found a single yellow BIC in an old washbag so I used that instead. It was as smooth as an advert. BICs used to be cheap and nasty. When did they become a luxury item?
They're totally ruthless. It's like trying to shave with the remains of an old pencil sharpener. I found a single yellow BIC in an old washbag so I used that instead. It was as smooth as an advert. BICs used to be cheap and nasty. When did they become a luxury item?
Just formulating the recording order for tomorrow's studio session at Mike's with Mark the drummer. There's nine songs for him to do between 10am and 6pm. That's one an hour, plus one more snuck in there somewhere. Not including lunch of course. I'm really excited about the day and I've done a lot of work on all the guide tracks so he's got something decent to play to, but it still feels like the first day at school. In a lovely way.
Apparently it's now totally safe to fly through the ash cloud... Profit before safety? Surely not. I'd always prefer to go by train in any case, but I'm still struggling to get the kids' dinosaur dvd theme out of my head from yesterday's journey. "Here he is, Mr Rex, looking for his dinner...." There is a musician like me somewhere who wrote that... Hope they got well paid. But did they ever manage to get it out of their heads? I think I'd still prefer it to hear about Mr Rex than listen to 'Imagine' ever again.
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