“I’m bored” I said.
“Why don’t you do a post for the blog?” Monica said.
“Because that is for work bored not home bored. I’m bored.” I said.
Consequently now I am back in work it is time for a post on the blog. We have been on holiday in Copenhagen and it was great. Monica's sister's wedding was fantastic and I had a lovely time, despite not understanding very much of what was going on. But I have an active imagination so I was fine. Well done Pia and Jesper.
I now have a pleasant tan, an invigorated body and a stimulated mind. I have been in the company of wonderful architecture for a 5 days and I have eaten good food and drunk good beer. And Monica’s parents were wonderful hosts. Happy us.
In the meantime our friends Ollie and Jo have moved to Bristol and I hear they have done it successfully. Well done them. We have also located their copy of “The Life Aquatic” so that is one more thing that I can now give back to its original owners.
Monica has acquired a heap of books on philosophy in preparation for her upcoming course at the Universtiy of Copenhagen. They all look really interesting but they’re all in Danish so I can’t decipher a word. We found a book on Kant from 1930 on a table outside a bookshop and Monica’s family, having a hearty compliment of priests in it, gave Monica a load more. I am quite jealous actually, but very proud at the same time.
On the band front I have finished another song “Headline reads: It’s Hell”, although it is number 6 in the queue to be learned, a queue which looks like this:
What kind of rock
Jaw
All my life I give you nothing you want more
I want to tell you
Lucky Shoes
Headline reads: It’s Hell.
That is quite a lot to be getting on with at the moment. Thankfully the World Cup has come to an end and we don’t get to see the Tour de France live, so I might be able to get a certain bass player away from the sofa and behind the kick-drum. The fact that we may be getting some gigs that pay real cash money may prove to be motivational as well. I’ll let you know about them when they are booked.
Leelapolooza is only a few days away. We have a tent, again courtesy of Denmark. Would you believe that you are not aloud to take a tent on a plane as hand luggage? I assume it s because they don’t want you pitching it in the aisle and preventing the cabin crew from selling duty free whiskey and beer to loud mouthed student lushes and nervous Polish businessmen. Our next challenge is finding a kindly soul to take us out into the Welsh Countryside, ideally the part of the Welsh Countryside where Leelapolooza is occuring. Morriston Burns has kindly furnished us with a couple of cunning plans so we shall see how it all pans out.
The bottom is going to fall out of tripe futures. Get out now.
Exploits of the Frictionless Man as it wanders around the world like some kind of slippery hydra. Music, words and pictures a speciality.
8 comments:
re:- ludicrous hand luggage legislation. you laugh, but on my second ever flight (the first being the one on the way over) coming back from france a bunch of albanians tried to have a gaz stove cookup on a plane. I kid you not. much was my consternation! I said consternation. (i do hope people have watched richard not judy and get that reference) If not it's a cultural void they need to fill.
I saw a man wearing a very sharp pair of mustard slacks whilst in Denmark. I wonder if those trousers would be allowed on board?
mustard is hot, hot things burn. never mind them being sharp, those things wouldn't be let near a train. Nevermind a Plane!
Cor Mr Fric... I asked for a fresh spanking new post and this appeared in all its glory. What a marvellous whale of a post compared to the puny plankton posts most Blogs can boast.
(Try saying that 3 times quickly).
Enjoy Leelopalooza, as it draws closer with every day my heart grows heavier with the knowledge that I shall not be there. Please eat pig and drink beer and raise a toast to me in my absence and I shall do the same where I am (although the pig won't be as good, I'm sure).
It won't be the same in any respect but the Director can do a cheesy 80's style montage of shots of me all on my own crying into my beer and you all carousing late into the night. Lots of slo-mo will be used. He'll probably put some forgettable 80's AOR over the soundtrack to complete the effect.
Cut. End of take. It's a wrap.
Tripe Futures? Sounds like a bit of insider dealing to me.
Ho ho! Very droll.
There's not much comedy in the innards market today. I think we should do what we can to give the noble offal traders a morale boost.
It takes a certain special something to get into offal.
Well, it takes guts that's for sure.
Do we finish with a song and dance number now?
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