Area 136

As I exited the lift that transported me down from my fourth floor loft/garret office at weird inc. and stepped into the palatial foyer we mantain here, I was suprised to see two young chaps bound in handcuffs.

"I had no idea the bondage club was on a thursday" I thought to myself.

Then I noted that every single doorman I have ever seen on duty here was miraculously in attendance and loafing about/having a good stare, and the four other chaps in plain clothes with those curly earphone things in which marked them out as coppers.

No loud voices where heard and all was calm, notepads were in vogue and scribblings were being done.

No, I didn't ask what was going on. My brain is not fully up to speed yet - but I will ask one of the door bods tomorrow.

That is the most interesting thing that has happened all day.

Sad innit.

Well.

I am crawling towards humanity. Slowly slowly, drinkie water. Then something else.

But this morning has shown me a valued truth I had forgotten.

But,

I, erm, seeeeeeeeeeeeeeem to have forgotten it again.

Ho well.

Firstlymost, I never new I has so many guitar, power and audio leads. Or boxes for missing FX pedals that are at someone elses house. Or old receipts for guitar stuff. Or fx pedals I have not seen in years. or dust.

Yes, attempting to clear out the music room last night generated a big black bin liner full of old guitar parts and other rubbish and knackered me.

Secondlyabout, I was thirsty so I had some Jamisons whisky.

Thirdlyinst, at the end of "Enter the Dragon" (which I decided to watch as my pc was not going to let me blog) Why does Mr Han just say "All of you! GET HIM!" and set all of the hundreds of pyjama wearing lads on Bruce instead of waving them at him three at a time?

Forthlyable - unless I stop feeling this rough - it must be the cold not the whisky I consumed last night, I will probably sit and try not to die for the rest of the day.
So if I don't blog it is not because of the new world order here, but the battle to stop my heeed going bang and my insides coming out.
It must have been bad. I didn't have a cigarette until 09.30.

In other news I am no longer shaking like a shitting dog.