Our bass player came out of the toilet of the rehearsal rooms to find me lurking in the corridor.

“Hey, K – did you just have a piss in there?” said I

“Erm, yeah. Why?”

“What colour was it?”

“It was the normal colour, sort of pale yellow, you know – piss colour” said he trying to move subtly in the general direction of away.

“Hmm, I thought it might be the strip light in there, but mine seems to have turned pale green. Oh well, lets get back to learning our mistakes properly” I said cheerfully and left the tall and confused fellow standing in the hall looking worried.

I found out that the reason for my change of wee pigment was due to the vitamin b complex tablets I was taking to counteract the fact that parts of me were going numb due to my less than healthy lifestyle. Ahem.

And they also contained chlorophyll. Which would explain that then.

Well it’s one of those afternoons and I need to be stimulated beyond normal levels

(No offers? Oh fine, thanks. Sniff)

And the top of the boss tree type person as far as our unit is concerned has just come in and sat at the desk next to ME!

Fuck it.

So I need to appear super animated and extra whizzy and good.

Black hole coffee you say?

Make a cup of black instant coffee. Drink all but the last 10mm, let it go cold and when you want another coffee add another big teaspoon on instant and drink, leaving the same amount in the cup as last time. Repeat. By the end of the day the coffee strength should be such that it sucks light in and bends the spoon into very odd shapes.

Chin chin.

Goeth the man!

Yep it is lunch time and thank fuck for it.

I am running away in the general direction of "off" for an hour of not sitting in this office wondering why mankind ever bothered to come down out of the trees and invent money!

That banging sound is the office door swinging shut behind my rapidly disapearing skinny arse....

And not for once due to my lack of enthusiasm.

No I am being a good worky type boy (apart from this little break obviously) because some boss types are about.

But can I actually get anything done? No.

Too much bollocks to wade through and not enough information available for me to do any meaningful work!

and when I get the info it's crap anyway. This is never going to work you know.

Drives ya mad I tells eeeee!

Never mind, soon be time for a cold drink and a warm guitar magazine.

Hope your day is going better than mine.

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In other news - Duntish again.

Well tonight I am.

Yes I will not be repeating last night, sitting up till the next day drinking cheap bourbon and walking into work in the morning like King of the land where air is treacle.

Oh no. I am being healthy. I will be going to bed soon.

Just one more slug of rum after this one, and perchance just one more or two possibly cigarette objects in the shade of the conservatory.

Or something.

Now remember kiddies, as our luverly NHS service will soon be telling us repeatedly over and over (rather than actually trying to stop us pegging out) Smoking is bad for you, drinking is naughty, Loud music is ver ver bad for the hearing and anything they say about self abuse of the onanistic nature is a load of bollocks.

It does not make you go blind. In fact I am long sighted, so I must be doing it wrong.

Or backwards.

Or something.

Who cares.