Well not really.

Doing Mr S's chicken pasta dish, with a CD of delta blues in the background.

Just seemed to be what I wanted to listen to. People wailing away with an accoustic guitar.

seemed - right, or something. Just what I was in the mood for.

In other news.

Later, I am sat on the sofa brushing sarahs wet hair. We are watching Thin lizzy live in Dublin, John Sykes is standing there on stage, blond hair all over the shop, cranking out the solo to Thunder and Lightning, and the strobe lights are going ten to the dozen.

I hear (or think I hear) sarah say -

"Those fucking lights are giving me a headache"

"Pardon darling!" I say as I lean forward

"I said, those flashing lights are giving me a headache"

Phew.

Our garden is full of squadrons of flying ants trying to take off and start a new life somewhere.

Hundreds of the little bastards all over the place! coming up from under the patio, out from the edge of the pond, out of the flower beds.

Like a bloody ant airshow!

There is a raft of crashed dead flying ants on the surface of the pond as the ones coming out from under the stones by the waters edge are not making a very good attempt at getting airborne, but at least the fish can pig out!

Makes me itch just thinking about them.

Anyway, gotta go and cook some food now. Hmmm and maybe a wee bit of wine.

Have a good sunday evening and stuff.

Where the blinking buggering flip is it!

I bet the guitars hid it, as they new I was going to fall on them with that mad look in my eye and a hot soldering iron in the other.

But I cannot find the damn stuff anywhere!

So my guitars will remain un-molested as far as swapping pickups about goes. But I am going to have to give them a damn good fingering to teach them a lesson this afternoon.

What? Well yes, technically that phrase above could be interpreted as smutty - but that is your problem not mine.

Finally managed to shift the hangover that hit me last night, and am now headache free but feeling a tad de-hydrated. Why do I let my friends lead me so astray? They are a bad influence on me.

What with me being such a basically clean living chap.

Enjoy the dregs of your weekends.