My bloody evil mp3 player and all the associated gubbins on the pc is now finally behaving itself. True, I now have an empty mp3 and a music library consisting of hardly anything but at least it gets song information.

I remedied the situation by down loading a free up grade from those cunts wonderful people at Sony which only took ALL FUCKING EVENING! to down load, then restart the pc, then initialise.

BOLLOCKS!

So now I am going to bed to dream of the fun I am going to have putting CD's onto the pc and eventually onto the bastid MP3.

Someone explain to me again what a great idea pc based music systems are again?

No don't bother

You might get punched very, very hard.

Goodnight.

Gazing my gazing stare out of the window of Mollys this lunchtime, I espied a “young” fella coming down the street. I say “young” because he was in fact younger than me by about 10 years, but the manor of his attire was what stopped me looking at the ladies for at least five minutes.

And what was his mode of favoured dress today I here you pant in anticipation? Allow me to describe his sartorial mode:

Apon the feet were a large pair of motor cycle boots, his legs were clad in the tightest black denim the sweat shops of Asia could provided, his upper torso was clad in a rock logo adorned t-shirt and leather jacket – both sans sleeves, his hands were in a pair of fingerless leather gloves and atop his noggin he had a hat that possesed a style that has last been seen apon the head of people such as J.Page, Axl Rose and the odd SS/Nazi captain. In short, he was dressed to rock baby!

Which, considering that it was hardly 13.45 of the afternoon clock, was a tad odd. With all the good rock bars shut and the party and clubbing hours some way off, he stuck out like a pork pie at a Jewish Wedding. About as much as I would have stuck out pottering down Charing Cross Road in full pirate gear. (Actually with me dressed like that, we would have made a good team)

He stopped outside Macarris Musical Instruments for a while; hands in pockets and a pensive look on his face while he briefly perused their wares. Then he was off again, his shoulder blade length hair a-trailing behind him.

And although I had a little smile to myself at his total standoutishness, I could not help but think

“You fucking go for it fella!”

The huge riff playing in my ears on Y.Malmsteens strat tells me it's time for lunch.

Bugger all this working and not blogging.

Me no like.

All I can do is nip in and out and I know I am going to miss some stuff.

Anyway lunch time is heeeeeere and time to get out of this miserable little office.

Do not listen to anymore blues albums while doing this job - it's not as if it is not depressing enough already!

Hmmph, more coffee.

Right

Have no idea what is going to come out here. Couldn't use BCUK for ages yesterday afternoon so could not read all your stuff.

could not catch up when I got home because I got engaged in another three way battle between me, the pc and the mp3 player. Lets just say at one point - even though I was in an empty house - I put my hand over my mouth and SCREEEMED a list of very rude words at full volume just to get the anger out. I do rage really well with inanimate objects. Also managed to make my back hurt by sitting awkwardly while extremely angry. Had to go to bed covered in pain killing creme stuff and try very hard to relax.

So that took up most of the evening, got me nice and tense and stopped me from catching up with posts.

Also had a phone call from someone who only remembers my phone number when they are drunk, but what can you do.

So I had a quick squint round this morning and my! we are a happy bunch of people - and healthy too!

Ahem.

So I have to go, I am really stuffed on the work front and have heaps to get on with, I am worried about a number of people on here for reasons various, and I need a coffee of such strength it would revive a dead bull Elephant!