I am away off into the tube system of this jolly old town, to wend my way in the way of away from here.

Looking forward to Alice Cooper and Motorhead at Wembly tomorrow and seeing Kizlode at an actual gig again.

I may be on here some time around 10ish or a bit later. I will attempt to not be too "refreshed" shall we say.

toodle pip everyone and have a great weekend if I don't speak to you again!

"Denmark Street Online" is now..erm...On line.

For those who don't know, Denmark street is in London near to Centre Point and is full of guitar shops.

The street now has a web site where you can shop from the comfort of your own home.

I think someone better cut off my internet access......................

Well it does accourding to Homeopathy.

Homeopathy is the belief that substances, which in large quantities could cause symptoms similar to the desease and kill you or make you seriously ill, when administered in heavily diluted form can cure you of a desease or ailment. A process of serial dilution and shaking removes any negative side effect of the treatment but retains theraputic powers. This dilution is caried on PAST the point at which any molecules of the original substance can be detected.

Sooooooooo, that means that rainwater must taste of dinosaurs because it once fell on them, and as rain water just cycles through the earths eco-system via evaporation and rain, this is the same water.

So it tastes of Dinosaurs.

No I am not mad.

Well.............

They are soluble. But not all of them, just to make life difficult.

The ones with the yellow light on the roof illuminated, they are the ones that are soluble.

It’s obvious.

Try finding one of them when it's raining.

Or at least some metal. Or gas possibly.

Why?

Well in the winter days get shorter - they contract. This is because it's cold. In the summer, when it's hot - they expand.

That's how it works.

The sound in the background is my science teacher spinning in his grave at very high RPM.

Thank you for your attention in this matter.

Steve P has got me all sentimental about the black biker jackets from my past. A leather jacket like that was an essential part of the look back in the 80’s rock scene. The problem was that they were beyond the financial range of those of us who made up “Thatcher’s millions” and had to get by on the dole.

Because of this, my first black biker jacket was a tad second hand. In fact it had been involved in a bike accident and it showed. The right forearm was pitted and worn through in places, and the seam of the left arm was split from just past the wrist to just below the shoulder. I remedied this by sealing it up with superglue! Which would actually hold it for about a month then I had to do it again. This tattyness made it super cool and it did look very disreputable.

But as it got even more worn a friend of mine made me a proposition. He would buy me a new jacket if he could have my one. He wanted to cut the sleeves off and wear it over his other leather jacket in winter. So I said yes.

But having a new leather jacket in the Ruskin Arms makes you stand out and get suspected of being a drugs squad officer, so after an intensive period of aging it looked much better. The fact that the leather was cheap and thin helped no end.

It looked so good in fact, it got stolen!

So cheap and thin leather jacket number three arrives. It too had the lapels covered by me in badges and stuff specially designed to catch in my hair and hurt, and I still have it somewhere.

But my mum (god bless her) could not stand to see me shivering in this thin thing in the winter; so one Christmas gave me the money to get a “decent coat” thanks mum! So what did I do? I went down to “Rivets” in Leytonstone and got myself a proper biker jacket with a thermal lining. Warm and nice and much better quality leather, and once the lining in the pockets had gone you could get a bottle of Newcastle Brown in each and not spill a drop on the way back from the bar!

I still have the two last ones at home somewhere. Don’t know why, its not like I am ever going to put them on again. I just can’t chuck them out though.

1 What is one food (or meal) you used to hate but now love?Liver! With onions or bacon, love it to death now!

2 If you had to give up one of your favourite foods (or meals) what would it be, and why?Cheese Sandwiches. I know it’s a simple thing but I love cheese. But after a lifetime of eating it, it can’t be doing my arteries any good. But will I? Nope!

3. Which food seems like it should be healthy and isn’t and do you eat it? Why?Cocaine pasties. Give you loads of energy and make you run around for hours like a mad thing – exercise is good right. But in the long run they tend to mess you up a bit. So that’s’ a no then.

4. If you were an item of food, personified, what would you be and why? A pickled Onion. Tangy and makes your eyes water. Ahem.

5 You’ve seen tomatoes and pies used for this purpose… now think of a more inventive item of food one could throw at someone. What is it and why would throwing it at someone be hilarious?
A banana. Because if you miss it would come back to you boomerang stylee so you could have another go. Well OK, in my world it would.

Is it BOLLOCKS!

I read in the metro today that the people who were labelled "Yuppies" are now struggling to meet their bills and concerned about providing for their old age.

Oh really.

I find it hard to be concerned about them to be honest. The report went on to say these children of the "Greed is Good" era wished now that they had saved more of the huge bonus payments and not squandered it on gadgets and expensive living.

Ahhh, poor things.

It was your money and you could choose to do with it what you wished. And ya did. Good on you.

Things are a bit tougher now?

Stop fucking moaning.