Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
So, last night was fun. Maryanne and I went to that big white BBC building by Oxford Street to do a session for Tom Robinson’s 6 Music show. There were a few technical blunders that were mainly my fault, but I am told it was good. I don’t know, cos I haven’t had time to listen to it as I have been doing finickety things, like sending all you nice people who hassled that DJ that song. The song is answer back to Sway’s Download, innit. I called it Download!. Clever huh? Yes.
Anyway, the session was a nice thing to do. We had metal stools and Tom Robinson is a very lovely man, with an excellent radio manner. Also, Craig Charles held a door open for us on the way out. All these childhood loves of mine, all the time! Tomorrow it is Jimbob. Incidentally, there is a competition on PlayLouder to win tickets to see us support the great man in Islington on that aforementioned morrow, hereabouts.
In other news, David “Dave” Cameron, AKA Tony2, says has been saying his favourite album is The Queen Is Dead. And he’s related to the Queen. I have been reading a bunch of this string-theorising, and I am quite convinced that our reality slipped into someone else’s’ about thirty years ago. I want the other one back, even if it did still have Thatcher in it. At least you knew where you were with Thatcher. She told you she hated you and wished you dead, through slithery fork-ed tongue, so she did. That bastard.
Hey, my little brother is still writing songs and posting them on his bloggey thing! He is much better than me. Forsooth:
331.
Love becomes a parasite
When love becomes a parasite
Will you build your own website?
When no one’s home but it’s alight,
When love becomes a parasite,
Will you hold the forceps for me
When I proceed with surgery?
Will I leave a hole where my soul should be?
Close a heart that opened hardly?
I can’t operate like a light switch
Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch,
You’re a grey area like Transdniestr,
Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?
When love becomes a parasite
Will the barbwire shine as bright?
When no left foot wants to follow the right,
When love becomes a parasite,
Will the air taste quite as fruitful?
Will my mirror call me beautiful?
When I throw it from my window
Will it shatter in the new snow?
I can’t operate like a light switch
Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch,
You’re a grey area like Transdniestr,
Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?
I can’t operate like a light switch
Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch,
You’re a grey area like Transdniestr,
Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?
When love becomes a parasite,
When love becomes a parasite,
When love becomes a parasite
Will you build your own website?
I can’t operate like a light switch
Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch,
You’re a grey area like Transdniestr,
Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?
Dear You. So, I got whiskey in my phone which broke it. Somehow that has lead to all manner of oddness. But I shan’t go into that now. I shall report that the Deal Real instore was not a long thing, and was, indeed, a short thing (although it took ages for us to go on so it was long in the old meaning of the word, poor Maryanne, late for an important date, etc.). Big up Bashy Start who came through and held it down for his boy That Don. Afterwards I went with Dr Luke to see old pal D D D D D D D D D D at Tatty Bogels, who played four songs with himself and a drum machine and appeared to be the missing link between Jane County and Billy Bragg, and invited me up to rap over some 7/4 craziness for the last song, which indeed did something big to the house, even though the roof never caved in like I thought it might.
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