have had the misfortune to fail to sleep all night, again. Not one solitary minute of slumber, I feel like a bird table made of tea bags and corn plasters. Oh well, only a day of work ahead of me. Joy.
Why no sleep? I don't know, but whatever it was decided to leave me the instant I got on the bus to the office; all of a sudden it was a titanic struggle to stay awake. Cruel physiology, why do you curse me so?
We have registered at Podsafe Audio and have a page where you can download music. As if there were not enough places to download our music. But there you go, I am casting the net wide.
There is some great stuff on there, my favorite so far has to be The Magnificent Andersons especially their song "You Make Me Weak". I urge you to go and have a listen. There is so much music available I have barely scraped the surface. Some of it isn't great, but there are some real gems in there so go and have a look.
Lack of sleep brings altered states and I feel like a space alien on a secret mission to observe the creatures who inhabit this office. They are a diverse selection but I ask myself, are they worth examining? I don't even know what I am looking for. But when I see it, I'll let you know. Of course, if there is anything in particular you would like me to look for tell me. It will make for an interesting diversion, and I really need interesting diversions today. Like that time I was on the way to Marble Arch and got redirected to the Intergalactic Sponge Convention on Tau Ceti Prime. Johnny Thunders was there, and The Big Bopper. I got a sponge. It was green.
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Have you considered the magic spong whistle as a means towards getting to sleep? Always seems to work for me, as you well know. I know this costs money, so maybe you could invite someone round who possessed said whistle, partake heavily then go to bed and leave them feeling alone and rejected. Great! By the way, I left you an abusive message on Myspace, did you get it? I hope so.
Thank you so much for that MySpace message. It made me feel like an utter twat. You're a gent.
The flaming brain-bag monghorn would have been good, oh so goooooooood.
Ah, I take it the magic spong whistle has 'evolved' in pokemon terms, or has been 'upgraded' in geeky gaming terms. It's new incarnation sounds powerful indeed. Come to think of it, I may have come across that one already; yes of course, I remember an evening with a certain Greek friend of mine, whom I believe you have met, where his flaming brain-bag monghorn trumped my lesser magic spong-whistle. I don't remember much else about the evening except that there were definitely no ten-sided dice involved, and when it was time to leave and undertake the inevitable mission to the chip shop, for some reason I had to wade through a sea of invisible porridge to get there. Happy daze.....
Being a sad geek of a different variety I have always favoured the Klingon Munting Trumpet. Sadly it is a long time since I last became fully munted, I have had to make do with imbibing fermented grape products instead.
I used to live next to a family with the surname of Spong; Billy and Margaret Spong they were called. They had an adopted daughter called Dilly who had nice tits and would nearly show you them for a pound. She always took the pound and ran off before you could see her nice tits but this didn't matter because she had a nice shaped back, so I suppose that was worth at least 70p. You could invest the remaining 30p in the possibility that her top may fall off whilst she was running but I think that would be unlikely as she always favoured lycra. Billy and Margaret are still alive and living in Port Talbot. Billy has only ever had one job; he shelled peas for a week in the late summer of 1965 and managed to avoid national service by falling off a chair. The injury left him witha swollen disc in his back that began to bulge as he got older. He now has the appearance of Nosferatu in the Murnau original because he is thin and pale and has the appearance of a hunched back, although he is not technically hunched, it's just a keratinous mass or something that gives the appearance of a hunch when there is no hunch in actuality. Margaret is a real sweety and she used to give me sherbert lemons in exchange for a song. I usually sang "Chirp a chirp a cheep cheep" or something by Tom Jones. I think I have had a pretty interesting life so far and I like the idea that every day is an adventure of sorts.
Oh for God's sake, it's 'Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep'; how could you get that wrong, it's my most favourite song in the world ever. Cunt.
"Chirrupy chirrup chip cheek" by the Danish prog rockers The Purple Vengence of Simon Pig Penis is my most favourite song ever. I assumed that the latest class of satoripod was simply 'dissing' (as I believe the kids would say)those musical prodigal-sons of the greatest bacon producing nation on Earth.
They make fantastic schnapps as well. And pickled herring.
Considering one half of the Frictionless Man is Danish we don't mention them half enough. I mean, when was the last time any of us heard anything about Denmark?
and nice pastries.
And Tuborg lager.
Paul Masson Rose every time.
And great porn. (I'm referring to the Danish thing, Monkeychops would, of course, not make great porn as he is a sexless freak. No offence meant Monkeychops me old mate!)
That's what you always say, but have you ever heard of felching?
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