Anything Could Happen And It Could Be Right Now. Or Next Week.
Um, for both of my loyal readers, sorry for the radio silence over the past couple of weeks. Been sort of preoccupied. Which is actually a strange sort of word, innit? "Preoccupied". Meaning I was already occupied before now, sort of a foregone conclusion. Imagine Hitler saying to his generals "well, we got to Paris, but it was too late - it was already occupied. Bloody Fuck in German!"
Actually, "foregone" is also an odd word.
Anyhoo, will summon up the courage to try and be amusing next week. Which some of you might think is a complete change of form. "Why start now?" etc. I hope you don't really think that. If you did, I may weep.
Just saw "Far Off Town", BTW. Doco about David Kilgour recording his "Frozen Orange" album with Lambchop in Nashville. Absolutely brilliant stuff. I would urge you to see it if you get the chance.
Nuff said. If you're looking for a fun time, check out the links to the right of your screen. And in particular, please visit martha, llew, the clever mr slack, and the random mr hutton. Mint.