ComEnts

Wow! Thanks to all who commented on Mike's last Coment, safe to say that I will try and keep my inane ramblings coming as thick (easy-peasy) and fast (hmm..) as I can. Several good points were raised: most of the comments make far better reading than the Coments themselves, and we can only thank all those who post for that! Thanks to Andy for reminding me of my aim of making this blog a record of my "meteoric rise to fame", I almost fell off my chair laughing at that one.. Ah, the blind naivety of exuberant determination! Or was that determined exuberance? Ah well, you've got to dive into these things with both feet, haven't you..? No..? shit.

White Sunday were rehearsing at Plug n Play last night, imagine my distress to find that Off the Radar were gigging at the same venue at the same time! Distress because I woulda liked to have watched/heard them but instead we were thrashing out a new tune (which Jim made as awkward and impossible to remember as he could; good because formulaic songs are a cop out - bad because I'm lazy and a bear of very little brain. Years of attendance at the Mandela Court School of Short-Term Memory Loss also impede my progress..), while three of us were struggling with flu. We didn’t end the session on a happy note, so just left promptly. Looked like a cool gig, I saw members of LazyWall in attendance and a couple of others I recognised, but we're fully geared up to making sure we are on top form at the After Dark on 27th Oct, so we're not very sociable at the mo.

The new White Sunday EP should be ready by middle of next week, initial mixes sound fantabuloso - cheers to Mixmeister Blaumfeldt for the loan of the conga's (which I'm sure should be called bongo's, but I defer to other's knowledge of these things). Good fun to watch Danny Lovegroove banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee, if referencing a Dire Straits lyric isn’t musical suicide in todays climate..

My flatmate is making me feel down. He won’t want me to post intimate details on here, but long story cut short, he's recently single after a long-term r/ship and is now having to manage the steady stream of female admirers whom it would seem have all been gazing at him longingly from afar these past five years. I'm getting him a shitty stick for Christmas, that he may beat them off with. *jealous mutterings*. Oh well, perhaps the scraps will be rich from the king's table, mais non?

Speaking of Christmas - "arse". OK, peace on earth, goodwill to all men, true meaning of Christmas, yeah that's all well and good. However, it does mean I have to re-learn all the Christmas tunes that All Wrapped Up wheel out for pissed people: Shakey, Noddy, Wizzard.. *shudders violently*. See? If I had pulled my finger out and landed that fat record contract by now, I wouldn't be sat here wondering if Jimi Hendrix ever hated having to play other people's songs. Probably not, given that for him "other people" meant James Brown. Or rather, "JAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY BRAAAAAAAAAA!".

I'm hoping to get Eddie Murphy's "Raw" and "Delirious" this year. Have ordered an industrial-strength girdle just in case, as well as some rubber pants. "Ice-cream van is coming!!!!" etc.

Müf gigs coming up, next Wed (19th) at the 3B's, Fri 11th Nov at Face Bar/Boxing Club (tbc) and 26th November at.. somewhere secret. Not being poncey (well, OK, maybe a little) but I'm genuinely not sure if we are allowed to advertise it? Must check with the Heffernator..

So, again - thanks for messages of support and encouragement, it's safe to say that I will no longer have any hesitation in wasting time at work in order to compose semi-deluded meanderings for general consumption.

You kids be cool.