There was some hard grafting this weekend;, we managed roughly half an hour’s rehearsal. These clear blue skies and radiant sunshine somehow seem to make us averse to standing in an over-warm room playing songs that get us sweaty. I suppose that if there was the promise of a nice long G&T at the end of it we would work harder, but for some reason the gin fairy does not seem to visit us much, if at all.
There is a new tune on the way though, which actually sounds quite summery and bright, which when I started on the lyrics prompted the first verse to be some bleeding hippy guff, which made its way to the bin. I’ll have to wait for it to start raining again I suppose.
I also planted some cloves of garlic because, according to the Rhysaurus, they will grow into little plants and then form new bulbs. So for five cloves I get five bulbs, which sounds like a good return to me. They might not be too big but I’m sure they will taste nice. Does anyone know if you can do anything with the leaves?
Maybe those new lyrics should be about my aspirations of breaking into the garlic market and become a garlic mogul…
A brief look on the interweb for Frictionless Man related stuff yields quite a few things; we’ve been on a few podcasts in the US and on some people’s last FM play lists, so the word is spreading. The good thing about getting onto a podcast is that they get shared between all sorts of sites and listed in various places, so by doing one you can get a fair amount of coverage. Hail the interweb!
Anyone know if you can make a long wave radio out of half a dozen box files, some paper clips and a pair of black combs? Test match special is denied me.
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The leaves of wild garlic are very big and lush and can be chopped up in salad or dips etc.., but the leaves on cultivated garlic are usually much smaller and not worth bothering with. Hello, I'm Keith Floyd and Alan Titchmarsh.
..... lab grown spawn with trowels for hands and corkscrew feet.
And I'm Jeremy Clarkson and Alan Partridge AH-HAAA (Grrr! Power!)
NB - apologies for this oblique reference to a witticism that fell flat in an earlier post. I was hoping that it might fare better on its second outing, but I was clearly wrong. This witticism should have been put to death at birth. It doesn't even deserve the name witticism at all. Death to the infidel!!!
It's not so bad that it should be killed at birth. Rather it should be sent down the pit at the age of 5 and doomed to an early death, but it could put in a bit of hard work before finally snuffing it.
and in it's short pitiful life provide fuel for the furnaces of the worthy.
Awww, a happy ending; isn't that nice?
And they all died horribly when the tunnel ceiling collapsed. The end.
Sleep tight kiddy winks.
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