I am going to take a single malt and curl up on the sofa. May watch a DVD or channel hop then go bed.

Exciting stuff innit.

I am totally knackered.

Hope you all had a good weekend.

(note to self - stop posting such exciting stuff, blog world will get all over stimulated and edgy. And we don't want that now do we)

Just about to turn off the pc and make this music room even hotter by turning on the Marshall. Jo and Sarah are out at some charity car wash thing at the church (her cars only chance of getting cleaned this summer) and I am alone.

With the aid of a coffee and a few ciggies I feel like a human again.

Later I will be watching the Canadian Grand prix and probably falling asleep - but what the hell. It's a traddition or something.

Speaking of TV, there was actually some stuff on yesterday that held my interest. In the afternoon we watched "The big Sleep" with Bogart and Bacall (god she was a hot looking woman!)

Then a great episode of Dr Who, which lead to Sarah doing impressions of the monsters for a bit afterwoods, then "The Seven Ages of Rock" about Heavy Metal this week (odd programme, seemed to run out of steam half way through) Then Alice Cooper live on stage, then Iron Maiden in Rio (well, not bad but the sound is not too good on that dvd no matter what they say about the amount of effort they put in to mixing it)

Enough of that, time to play guitar.

In other news, I discovered last night that sending very smutty pm's to people can be a bit of a mistake when drunk. Especially if you send them to the wrong person!

Eeeep!

Inspired by Idontknowwhy posting about the heat getting her all hot to trot, I would like to ask you few and rare wide awake bloggers about the strangest thing that ever got you "up and running" as it were.

I don't mean the old standards - sexy skimpies on a loved one, copping off in a store room with the bird from reception, getting picked up in a cab by a total stranger (but enough of my life story) The real weird shit that got you going.

I know this will just be me on my own here but I will give you a true example of what I mean.

Years ago, I was in my bedroom at home with my girlfriend and another male friend of ours (Hi big Chris) He was a bit of an "Odd kid" back then and like to burn things. So while we were chatting and listening to music he found a clump of my hair in the bin (told you he was odd) that I had cleared out of my hair brush and put it in an ash tray and burnt it.

For some strange reason, I was overcome with the urge to rip my girlfriends clothes off and give her a damn good seeing to! I almost pushed Chris out onto the street, and had to sit for the rest of the evening with a bit of a "trouser problem"

The next evening my girlfriend wanted to confirm the findings of the first experiment and as Chris was (thankfully) not there, she removed some hairs from my hair brush and set fire to them in the ash tray. And, well.

It all went very, very well.

Ahem.

Now stop laughing - it's your go.