If you can’t read your own handwriting, how do you know it’s yours?

One big pile of t-shirts ironed, a couple of pairs of trousers, a few more t-shirts and some underwear washed and hung up to dry, Sarah fussed and talked to and now wished goodnight.

Now sat at the pc with planet rock playing in the background and a small glass of single malt.

This is not going too badly so far.

If any of you on my friends list could post some more pictures I would be most happy. Why? Because then that bloody horrible picture of the spider crawling out of the eye that brad did will drop off the view in "New media from my private network" section at the bottom of my Blog page!

Urrrgh.

Welcome to this chilly and bright Monday morning.

Hope you all had a good weekend and it all went according to plan.

Now, due to circumstances that I cant' be bothered to go into, I found myself in possesion of a spare ticket to go and see Alice Cooper at Wembley next Saturday and even though it was short notice I gave Kizlode a quick call to ask the big fella if he fancied going with me.

And by golly he does!

He and I used to go to quite a few gigs together and the general modus opperandi wossname used to go like this -

Meet up as early as possible in a bar somewhere in town. Get drinkies and talk rubbish. Then move ourselves to a bar nearer the venue, possibly one that was being frequented by other gig goers. Get more drinkies and talk more rubbish. Go to venue, enter venue, go to the bar and get drinkies. Ignore the support band in favour of more drinkies. Before support band finish go to toilet and let drinkies out.
When support band stop, go find seat.

Watch band and have a good time.

Leave venue and find nearest bar you can get into - get drinkies. Stagger home.

But as times have changed and Kiz no longer drinks we will be behaving in a much more civilised and sober manor. Which may mean we actually get to watch the support bands this time!

In other news
I have just had a text from Mrs F, she is STILL stuck in traffic on her way to work and is desparate to go to the toilet, poor thing. So I texted her "Don't think about running water whatever you do" and she has just texted me back with "BASTID!"