A Sunday evening at home is rare for me so I can’t tell you how pleased I am to be here. I’m going to blast some reggae, attack that massive ironing pile, get stuck right into the sunday paper, continue with my neverending study of Lula, and eat more than my fair share of roast spuds. It’ll be over before I know it.
I heard that song on the radio today and couldn’t believe how fresh it sounded. Go and listen, I beg of you.
Oops. It’s been rather a long while, hasn’t it? Unintentional, I can assure you. I haven’t even been doing much. Mostly getting scared about the imminent cold, excited about the imminent German market, and even more excited about the imminence of the Cast gig we’re going to in Liverpool. Remember them? Think 1995. Anyway, I must dash into the misty morning, but I’ll be back, much sooner than before.
The boy and I have been together for four years today. I don’t mean to sound gushing, but ooooof! That’s a feat. There’ll be no lavish celebrations, but we do have a few days off together, which I suppose will consist of lots of food and lots of The Everly Brothers (what can I say, that’s just our thing). And I do hope it’s super sunny and super cold so we can go on wintery walks and hold gloved hands (although I’m sure he wouldn’t wish the same, haha)….
