Touch me, I sweat brain.

I am currently enjoying a hiatus in my day long sneeze-o-thon which started in the bath yesterday. I am turning into Mr Sneeze, it’s a real pig in a skirt. As Monica will tell you, if you take her by the hand and sing to her “Tell me about the sneeeeeezing” whilst doing a small jig, I sneeze with all my lungs, no nose control at all. When I have tried to limit the volume and intense physical gyrations that accompany the sorry spasms I trade intensity for number and the whole process is simply more prolonged and pitiful.

What I have also noticed about the sneezing is that it has become more of an issue since I started singing. I would say that I am in better shape cardio-vascularly than I have ever been before, thanks to all the huffing and bellowing. Bigger lungs, more air, more sneeze. If only I could harness the power somehow. Nostril windmills would be a start. As a matter of fact, nostril windmills for everyone would solve many a power problem. Think of the amount of kinetic energy stored in simple breathing; you could have a battery mounted in a stylish hat, which in turn could be left on a special hat stand which would transmit the electricity generated in the day into a large nasal power reservoir. Collected on a national level British Nasal Power could make us great again. Jobs in the north, the rejuvenation of industry, the return of the Trade Unions, strikes, three day week, a winter of discontent, rolling power cuts, a Slade reunion tour and no milk for the kiddies. UTOPIA!

New string joy today, been to the music shop and bought £7.49 of metallic goodness. New strings are like getting into the perfect temperature bath. John at the music shop took some pictures of us at a gig in the Singleton and I got to see them; they’re a sepia colour and we look pretty cool. You could almost imagine it was the 1950s judging by what I had done with my hair that night. Note to self: must say “Thanyoo verrmush” more often.

Hope to see you all tomorrow.