Exploits of the Frictionless Man as it wanders around the world like some kind of slippery hydra. Music, words and pictures a speciality.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Hanging abooot.

Ickle drummer man comes back to the planet today and we can get some rehearsing done. Bang bang bang crash crash crash, bang bang crash. No, that's not him drumming, that's Frictionless Guitar parking his car.

I thank you.

At work the ladies have started some kind of "famine-cult" where they loose weight and talk about it to each other. They'll start a crusade against the greasy spoon cafe down the road where I get my pie and chips if this goes too far. All power to their elbows I suppose.

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