Bon! I thought I'd stick up on the ipod device here, a track by the mighty Sewer Zombies as you can see- I assume you can see, in which case only 50% of this blog will be applicable and you'll be relying on audial stimulus. Sadly you will be left in the-as it were- sewer. I thank you.
Had a bit of a trial (by ordeal) actually figuring out how to post something on here and, to be frank ( don't you reckon when someone says: "to tell you the truth.." it implies that normally they tell lies and are not to be trusted)
I nearly jettisoned the whole idea and almost went off and did something useful..But I knew that way meant death and worse: boredom, lassitude, inertia and chess- punctuated by outbreaks of inept guitar truffling and fiddling. Surely worse than any Dantean imagining or the god of the Jews could dream up. I knew a little voice far off but ever present, rather like a satellite signal, would nag and harass me and that this little kernel would become a big acorn tree populated by raggedy birds with self hate in their/my black eyes.
These feelings, for a person such as I are not good and should be avoided and have a momentum all of their own- leading, ultimately to alcohol and drug misuse and public displays of trampism. A self fulfilling prophecy.
So I carried on and with a little help from my friends (Lennon, MacCartney and Sally) I chopstick the keys with all the dexterity of tailors mannaquin on Mogodon ( wouldn't that be a great name for a band, in the spirit of Sleep, Sun))), Earth et al) I love you all. Not bad for a misanthrope. Capture The Light, indeed.