Train Blog

Just saw the weirdest thing... A respectable enough lady in her mid 50s hiding in a bush at the train station. Pulling shrubery around her face! Why would you disguise yourself as a shrub? It's not even half past seven in the morning! I'd also like to question the merit of her disguise of choice.

Speaking of the time, I am tired, tired, tired. (Perhaps the lady I saw was a hallucination.)

Just moved to Surrey, can't let the kittens out yet (Delilah and Reggie if you didn't know - keep up!), so they wake up at 3am and decide to spend the next three hours (also known as the crucial psychological and physiological REM sleep time) charging about the flat after one another at 100 miles an hour. What is up with that? Too much energy if you ask me. Don, my lovely neighbour downstairs (he's a magician you know) is bound to be able to hear them. Probably keeping him up too. Shit! He'll probably conjure up a trick to make them disappear! Do you think?.

Oooh just got on the train (this is a live up-to-the minute action blog by the way) and there's a guy sitting near me with his ipod on. Listening to the Fine Young Cannibals. Very loudly. I am fighting the urge to tap him on the shoulder and lecture him about tinnitus. And the fact that the Fine Young Cannibals are neither fine nor young anymore. Hahaha - sorry!

Right I'm off before I say owt else inappropriate. Bet you the label will censor this blog! You'll never read this bit, ever! It will all be for nothing! Freedom of speech! Freedom to dislike the Fine Young Cannibals! You'll know if you didn't get to read this bit when I turn up with a protest placard at the next gig!

Tally ho!