A misspent youth

Masseeeeeeve shout out to Kate, Mum and Weaver (apologies for using your image without permission), first ones back with a response to the newest blagger, sorry, blogger in town. Special mention must be made to Mum who not only managed to post a comment but also corrected my spelling AND was able to convince herself that City deserved THAT point at the home of great football on Saturday. In honour of this, mum please click here.

I am in a Jubilent frame on mind tonight, a vast contrast to this morning's foul affections. A reverse swing of moods not dissimilar to that of our fine fast bowlers knocking down the Aussies and reclaiming the Ashes for the first time since 1987. Not that I can remember the last time we won, but what a fine year for film I remember it being...

Bad news on the career change by the way. Kate has suffered a shattering pool injury that even my cognitive pool coaching expertise has failed to find a solution to. The problem is centrered around a finger injury and a swelling of the knuckle; any recomendations for cure and/or witch doctery please post in the comments section.

This morning's foul mood can be mostly attributed to a poor night's sleep, which in turn can be directly linked to the beginning of this blog - I have to confess I am enjoying the challenge of writing something that poeple will actually want to read (is there anyone still here?) and it kept me up a little last night. For now I feel like the new boy at school, trying to crack a 'joke' or two to fit in, but in time I hope to use this blog for something a bit more real. And just for the record, if I were that new boy in school, this is what i'd look like:You can make your own new boy/girl in school here. Lets see some entries for the gallery please.

And now I need a rewind...for 'twas not just the blogging which kept me up all of last night but also the presence of an all too familiar beast, paranoia: Our flat is ground floor and on a popular street corner which often means that it can feel as if there are several extra additions to our exclusive club, not all of them are the type you'd particularly want to be associated with! Last night, whilst in the throws of a disturbed sleep, I managed to convince myself that one of Newham's vagrants was smoking in my flat. Of course, this meant waking Kate (and her injured finger) to a rather mixed reception. Needless to say, the air was blue.
Jenni Hendrix came for her first guitar lesson on Sunday, complete with guitar in Sainsbury's bag and no fewer than 5 strings! She did really well actually and we're both looking forward to making some serious progress. Ade is making some real waves in the beginners guitar world, while new student Gabby starts on Sunday (hopefully).

Let us not forget the real reason I'm writing this blog: recording of drums for Chav song begins (and ends with any luck) on Thursday evening with mixing hopefully taking place weekend of 17/18 September. From there it's up to Twiggy in Yorkshire for a spin on his very expensive mastering gear before returning to London and into the (optimistically) open arms of the current bun's showbiz page. May we all cast a wish for the Chav.

Staying with music, I simply must mention this morning's bus ride: A young gent from an obvious hip-hop background was using his mobile phone (would you believe it!!!) to address his fellow passengers with the latest in cutting edge and mildly offensive beats from da streets. After a string of obsenities on the third track, imagine my surprise when I heard the familiar dulcet tones of a certain former Genesis drummer/singer/songriter/tw*t, Mr Phil Collins singing the chorus: "I can feel it coming in the air tonight..oh Lord." Oh Lord indeed.

Mood swings, paranoia and a dab hand at pool. Some might say I misspent that youth I'm so fond of.