With apologies to...

Well, blog number 3, and I've already missed a day. Before I begin with news of the last couple of days, some apologies.

Firstly to Dave, sorry for calling you a miserable cock with a lighting hang-up. Really you are a cool dude. Secondly to David, he wished me to point out that after I beat him by one point, he came back to destroy me 14-0. Also, apologies again to David, for apparently having a miserable and depressing blog. I'll try harder to fill it with cheer from now on. AND, apologies again to David, for ditching on him last night.

Valentines Day yesterday, so I went to an "anti-valentines" gathering (not a party, as I was promised) at Kaiya's. I can't spell her name, and neither can this spell checker. She changes old people's nappies now, and Hazel works everywhere. Emma awoke to a rose and flowers at the door, only to hilariously discover that they were not from her boyfriend Rob, and I found out that Sam Rotham (sp?) from school, who I haven't seen since I was 17, has a 5 year old girl!! We watched some Boosh series 3, which isn't as good as 1 and 2, but still quite a fine show there sir. Everyone loves Vince, and I do too, but I'm also quite partial to the yin to Vince's yang, Howard Moon - writer, poet, man of the wilderness, Arctic explorer, jazz musician, zoo-keeper, shop keeper, bin-man, boxer, actor etc. Howard rocks, as does Tony Harrison.

The day before, that being Friday, I went to the pub with David, Shona and Heather. Dave(id) and I considered the option of "going nuclear," while Heather and Shona giggled, whispered, cuddled and poked. Not sure why, but that's what they do. Missed Jonathon Ross - gutted. It was the Bell this time, continuing our tour of local drinking establishments, which has now taken us to the Windsor, the Anchor, and the Bell. Not exactly a comprehensive tour I know, but we try. No we don't.

So far today the parents and myself have played in a scale model/sand-pit of the garden, trying to decide what it would look like. Raisin Splits boxes (Sainsbury's own - purple box) are the flower beds, and cardboard in paving. Pity the sand isn't green (for grass) but you can't have everything. The cool part is that we are going to hire a digger, and that will be awesome. Phil McPherson - JCB Operator.

Oh, and you'll all be glad to know that I got some more lyrics written for (working titles again) Good Times and Groove #1, and have probably got the riff I needed for Bendy Immigrants. Didn't go for a harmony in the end (complicated aren't they), but a sort of blues style double-stop and bend ascending pattern. In other words, I wrote a lick, then just repeated it going up the neck because I couldn't think of anything else, but that doesn't sound as technical or as impressive.

Toodles.