Do you know what’s worse than having a cold? Having a cold and a hangover, that’s what. And do you know what’s worse than having a cold and a hangover? Having a cold and a hangover and an early morning dentist appointment, that’s what. MMMmmmm antiseptic goop that you can’t swallow in the back of your throat while you hang nearly upside-down with all the blood pushed into your already pounding head, while someone manages to cram both of their hands in your mouth and a fair bit of steel, and their assistant keeps getting the sucky thing stuck to your tongue…. Still they were very nice and told me that I have perfectly healthy teeth that shouldn’t cause me a problem in later years, although they refused to sign anything to that effect… Proves that my policy of a dental visit every 10 years is paying off. If you don’t go to see ‘em, they don’t get a chance to break your teeth. How many other jobs can you name where the worse job you do on someone, the more you get paid? Don’t trust ‘em!
Twinkle, twinkle, uncle Floyd. Focus dear, focus!
So what’s up? Hungover from a night watching me sisters boyfriend (Rob’s) band playing in a little Epsom pub. They were very good. Bizarre night as all these burly, balding, football-shirt-wearing, 33 year olds kept coming up to me and saying “Alright John?” when I had literally no idea who they were. Turned out they were all mates of my sister when they were 12 or 13 and so I remembered them kind of differently as skinny, 4 foot tall boys. All entertainment.
What’s this then? It’s either the reason I need a new camera or art…
And talking of entertainment, I’ve booked an apartment in the South of France overlooking the Mediterranean for, count them, 2 MONTHS. That’s what I call a holiday. If they don’t want me in America, I’ll go somewhere nicer, so there. Off on the 29th of June and back on the first of September. Feel free to continue to hate me, I would. You know what would really punish me? If you bought my cd’s…