I came in, told the cats to back off as I was not feeding them, got myself a drink and plugged in the guitar. An hour later I am informed that Mrs F and shipscook were stuck in traffic in Hackney and going nowhere.

So. I played guitar some more, separated the cats, and then put the guitar away.

Then started this computermajig thing up to have a bash at the old human contact (feeling all lonely I was) and lo and behold, a key turns in the lock behind me and in comes Shipscook- only about an hour and fifteen minutes later than normal.

Mrs F is putting the car in the garage and I bet she is in a fine and dandy mood.

Eeeep!

She may be up for a rant later.

Anyway.

hope your all safe at home or wherever you want to be.

There is a very appropriate line for the way I feel right now.

It may be in McBeth or Hamlet. I am sure one of you well read types will tell me.

But the line is:

"I cannot do this bloody thing!"

Which is how I feel about work right now.

I have freaked.

Ranted (in a rather obscure mannor admitedly)

And smutted.

So that is a lunch time blog session over and done with and now, I have to pop the headphones in and do a bit of very very dull work.

Bugger.

I reeeeeely need to grab a guitar and re learn the solo to "Fools Gold" by Thin Lizzy.

Why?

It's none of your fecking businesssssssssssss darlinks.

I remembered this conversation this morning from many many years ago.

I am standing in a rock club with Alex. Not Big Al the bass player, this chap was a mate of Kizlodes that I met in north London when I used to stay over at Kizs place.

Anyway there we are stood in a rock club looking all, well – rocky. (And I don’t mean wearing boxing gloves and a pair of blood-spattered shorts ok!)

Alex was a bit taller than me and he watches a guy walk past us who was a little shorter than I was. As he watches the bloke walk away he turned to me and said,

“Them short blokes have it easy when it comes to growing their hair long”

“Eh? What ya mean!”

“Well their hair gets longer, quicker”

“HOW?”

“Well they are short, so their necks are short, so their heads are closer to their shoulders so the hair grows past their shoulders quicker than it does on ours because it ain’t got as far to go, us tall geezers with long necks have got to grow our hair for further than they do before it gets past our shoulders”

“Oh. Right. Bloody obvious when you put it like that.”

Bloody genius he was.

Sitting here feeling duntish after being mugged by a gang of Red wine last night, having consumed the tomato juice and then a couple of cups of coffee, wading half heartedly through a dismal file of crap on the pc to actually get some work done, I thought

"Maybe a bit of music would help transport me above the cloud of Meh"

Headphones go in, hit the button, first random song that comes up

"Rock N' Roll suicide" By David Bowie.

Bloody perfect.

Bugger.

Finish filling in the nominations form for the bloscars and try to make it look a little less empty.

Drink that bottle of Tomato juice soon. Because I needs it I does.

Try to make a dent on the massive file of rubbish I have started working on. Again.

Possibly find time to write a bunny story.

Not fall asleep.

That'll do.

Just found the CD the last band I was in recorded at a rehearsal.

Oh mama. Memories at high volume. Its pumping into my ears right now.

First track, a cover (as they all are) of Stormbringer by Deep Purple. Not bad. Solos swapped by me and Kev, high powerful vocals by Paul the nut job hyperactive on the mike. Rumbles of the sub sonic nature by big Al. And Drums by the Ginger Ninger.

But the second track is Black Dog By zep, and dispite the limitations of the recording, WE FUCKING ROCKED THE FUCKER! Solo by yours truly and I could have done it better but it was a good one.

Then "I got the fire" by Sammy Hagar. Meh. Never liked it even though I got to do the solo.

Now I am hearing one of my favourites that we covered "Dirty Women" by Black Sabbath. And it sounds good. Harmonies to cover the keyboard parts. Solos by Kev but I just realised how heavy I made the rythm sound under the solos by playing an extra root note on the bottom E. (anorak alert)

Our version of "Finding my way" by Rush is not that good, mainly because of me not being able to play the main riff right - llwnt! but it always went down well.

Oh now- we is on to "Massacre" by lizzy. Always played it too fast in my opinion, because that Wah wah riff is a bugger to play right when its too fast. Robs it of all the feel and groove. Mind you, as we are doing it in isolation in this instance its not too bad. Normally we would go straight out of "Jailbreak" and into it. So if the Ginger Ninger played Jailbreak too fast I would turn and give him "the look" and he would nod at me to say "Yep I know, I am gonna die playing massacre" because it is quite a difficult groove to play fast.

Well there ya go. My review of our little CD.

Not very well recorded but not that bad considering it was done in a rehearsal room. Not that well played on a pro level but if you heard it at a club it would have nailed your eyebrows to the person behind you, and generally, well - just a bit of fun.

And no.

You can't hear it.