Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Twenty years and I finally get bumped on the head. It really hurts. Man jumped, from where I don't know, at a not-that-wild gig, I dropped my pint and now am worried of collapsing. Such a worry is not irrational. After all, I need to write about the French Revolution by 5pm on Friday .
Life is sweeter than a pot of sugar in a flowery jar.
Shagged out hair is the way to go.
Musicians oui.
Embracing emotion oui.
Differentiating between a rock 'n' roll injury or a hangover is hard.
Getting chatted up by a 50 year old is quite an experience.
Chatting up a 50 year old would be better.
One of the best lyrics of all time...'my eyes are green...because I eat a lot of vegetables'.
Wish I didn't write so disjointedly, but remember, I have just had a blow to the head.
Life is sweeter than a pot of sugar in a flowery jar.
Shagged out hair is the way to go.
Musicians oui.
Embracing emotion oui.
Differentiating between a rock 'n' roll injury or a hangover is hard.
Getting chatted up by a 50 year old is quite an experience.
Chatting up a 50 year old would be better.
One of the best lyrics of all time...'my eyes are green...because I eat a lot of vegetables'.
Wish I didn't write so disjointedly, but remember, I have just had a blow to the head.
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