Everything and Nothing.

Right.
Here we go.
My first tenative steps into bloggingdom.

Apparantly I can just type bollocks until my fingers wear down into stubbs. Not that they aren't stubby enough already, mind you. A slight hinderance for a bassist, having short fingers, but hey ho. You get what you're given.

It's been a pretty uneventful day. Weeeell, I went to Pizza Hut, and managed not to spill my chicken-in-sauce into the pizza. Mostly because I didn't have any chicken-in-sauce with which I could spill. But at least it wasn't a repeat of my clumsy escapades in Red Hot Buffet. I'm pretty sure that RHB have me on a blacklist. Let's not go there again, eh folks?

Hah. I don't know how many of you like Harry Potter, but my little brother invented his answer to Hogwarts in my uncle's garage : Cornfields.
I think for a five year old, that's quite imaginative. Perhaps I'm being slightly biased. Well, what you gonna do? Nothing. That's what.
He practises the art of magic there and everything. And he has a sorting hat.

I think I have an idea where my trilby disappeared to.


Much peace and love
xxx