Busy and needing a break but without a single bloggable thought in my head ("well yeah sherlocke, we did just read that last line ya know")

Wanting to be witty but finding myself rather dull.

Wanting to not do this for a while but missing it even after a couple of hours of mind shaggingly dull data shuffly boring dip wickingly arse fall offage a danger stuff.

and happy that I am out of here in just over ten minutes.

Such a valuble contributer to this brain pool am I.

Have a good evening all of you.

A bruise on my right hip. Well the floor in the music room is cement not floorboards and that carpets a bugger.

A red/just on the verge of going bronze (expansive) forehead from an hour or so playing swingball with a constantly giggling Sarah in the late afternoon sunshine.

An ache in my lower back from said swingball muck about. Yeah, I may walk alot but I am unused to whacking a ball around in the garden and having to dive for cover when my daughter returns the shot.

A shed load of very dull work to do.

No idea what is going on.

A brand new copy of Guitarist magazine.

And no excuse for still being at lunch.

In other news,

Watched "From Hell" last night. Johnny Depp film (so Jo actually stayed awake) about the Ripper murders in the jolly old east end of london. Why/how the fuck did they turn it into a tragic romance? Jeeez. And someone should tell the film makers that although Mary Kelly was Irish, not all Irish women have bright red hair.

Oh hang on - does henna count?

heh heh.