Friday, June 30, 2006

I have a badge and a lighter. NA NA NA NA NA



Went to see The Who on Wednesday. Fucking brilliant show.

Anyway, just because i can, i will now brag that i am the owner of not only an ITA badge, but an ITA lighter too. All thanks to Mikey Cuthbert of ITA fame. Cheers Mikey, yopu are a good man.

For those visitors here who haven't got a clue what i'm on about (Andy for one) get over it, i'm not explaining here.

Why the fuck the photo has turned on it's side, i have no idea. Mmm.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

New Blogger

It seems i have turned someone on to blogging. At my age, it's good to be able to turn someone on but not in this way. These days the only thing i can turn on is a tap. Ah well, i have my memories.

Any way Andy is a fellow Welshman and plays guitar in my band. Actually, i play drums in his.

you will see when you go there that Andy is a 38-year-old bachelor. Work it out for your self!

Andy's bolg is http://andyfromspiny.blogspot.com/

Word of warning Andy: If you steal all my blogging friends i will do a drum roll all over you best guitar bits.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Life sucks

I was going to get back to blogging this weekend, but with my blogging buddy Neil's tragic news, it just doesn't seem right. I will leave it for another time.

Good luck Neil

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Further adventures of Spiffey -Lazy bastard cat

It seems my description of Spiffey as a lazy bastard was hasty and completely wrong.

On trips back-and-fro to my shed, i noticed a number of my tools going astray and then returned only to be put back in the wrong place. (i'm not anal about where my tools are stored, but i did notice the difference)

My pile of wood i was saving to whittle into a Rickenbacker guitar (with flight case) had also dwindled to a few off-cuts.

Thinking i was going mad, i left to go to work and on my return what do i find? Spiffey had knocked up a scaled replica of Sing-Sing prison complete with electrified fences.

In cell no 7, there was the biggest fucking rabbit i had ever seen. "The gang" (see earlier post) had kidnapped the thing and were holding it to ransom for various tinned food items.

Little did they know that Tommy the dog was sent in by the police to instigate a break out. The plan was to tunnel under the perimeter fence and drag the rabbit to safety. Trouble is; the dog's sense of direction isn't that good and instead of a tunnel, he dug a trench - thus blowing his cover. If you add the attraction of a full cup of sweetened tea into the bargain, his internal compass went haywire.

Result - Rabbit is still banged up; the cat's demands have extended to include bottles of strawberry milkshake; I had to make another cup of tea and i now have a trench the size of the San Andreas fault line in my back garden.

All in all, a right old to-do.


The Rabbit is staked out to the floor in the searing heat.









Tommy starts to go adrift in his quest
















He gives up and has it away with my tea









I'm left with a, not too pretty garden feature.