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

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Hungary's Electric Tit flocks.

Rhys is doing very well for himself all of a sudden. Well done him. It seems quite some time ago that we played at his book launch, back when the sun still shone and the trees still had green leaves. Sunrise, sunset, Topol has a beard and he’s singing a song. Sigh.

Unfortunately our recording ambitions have taken a bit of a knock; an expected financial windfall failed to materialise so we’re back to square 2. We had already got passed square 1 so it’s not all bad. But since Rhys wants his music before March I’m getting a little concerned about it. I suppose the only solution is more plotting.

We never got to the open mic night on Sunday and snooker is to blame. Case against snooker the first: we went out Friday night drinking and snookering and I spent all my fun money. Case against snooker the second: the hangover on Saturday made us want to lie around and watch the snooker on the telly rather than rehearse. Case against snooker the third: it was the final of the Grand Prix on Sunday night. After having watched all that snooker it would be churlish not to see it through to the bitter end. Can’t remember a thing about it.

So snooker made us do it. Or not.

11 comments:

grinderno1 said...

i hate to dishearten you good sir but the sun is, in fact, still shining and there are still leaves on the afore mentioned tree like beings within this fine city of ours.

just a thought. hope it doesn't ruin yer day or anything...

Mr Frictionless said...

Yeah, maybe in Happy Bunny Fluff Munckin land, but in MY world the sun has gone out and all the trees are DEAD.

Picky nitpicker you nit-picking pick-pick.

the loose moose said...

I think on those grounds snooker should be band. If you get a petition going I'll sign it. I'll sign anything though, just ask jo who has my power of attorney and the rights to my left kidney.

Hughes the Booze said...

I think that snooker should be played with a rubber band.

That would liven it up a bit.

Also they should have ritual flogging of the players every time they miss a shot.

Get a petition going. I'll sign it.

I won't sign just anything though...

morriston burns said...

I'd just like to officially welcome 'Mr Grinder' to this blog; he's a very good friend of mine...he's also a cunt. Only joking! Or am I?

objectintherearviewmirror said...

Now there are some things you can joke about and some things you can´t. Is this weblog all a joke? I know I exist because I AM. However do I know all you with strange sounding names exist? Or is this just me and he/she?

Hughes the Booze said...

I don't exist. I'm a hypothetical construct based on the spurious notion of other minds.

I'm just here to make your existential angst all the more pronounced and your ultimate descent into solipsistic mental oblivion all the more inevitable.

The least you could do is make me a cup of tea and say thanks.

Mr A J Lewis BA(hons) said...

I exist because my wife says I do.

rhysaurus said...

She told me you don't.

morriston burns said...

He exists because she lets him.

grinderno1 said...

he exists because he lets her think she lets him exist.

at least that's what she told him.