58 minutes of music - come hell, high water, hilarity, deafness, scarlet fever, crazy neighbours and all round typically ridiculous adventures.
it's not everyday i get to play backwards sitar so it was worth it just for that (actually a million other reasons too).
thank you to my avatar (and our cover star) Ms T. (she's a Rhinestone Cowboy)
and that, pop-pickers, was just the beginning as it turns out...
NEXT; is it true? can it be that our dazed hero will spend the foreseeable trapped in the body of yet another musician?!?!?
can any good really come of all this?!?!
and in the world of things an unexpectedly defrosted freezer really is just small potatoes.
but small, green, pestilential potatoes - rather like socks.
ah the nights spent listening to the drip-drip-dripping, i almost miss it (no i don't actually thanks all the same) - talk about yer ambient music; i should've recorded it. But honestly, once free of the ice mine - i made like a grateful dwarf and went to bed. (at least my mind did).
in between which i have been having fun making fake book covers and blurbs for Piphill...
...which i might post a couple of, once i get the OK.
well, back to the day ho hey hi ho hi ho and whatever else dwarfs do in Disney-styled fairy tales...
"Make like the Anthill Mob, boys - and cheese it to Chug-a-boom!"
yeah, that's all.
oh oh - except wait - here you go:
this candid shot captures the difficulties faced by the tiny wytch-studios-was-it-again-i-forget.
as you can see, a diva-fit throwing actor is going on the rampage and scaryfying the be-whatsits out of a poor unpaid pine-costumed extra.
the Mallard (at no small fee) is not a duck.
. . . Dear Jasmine;
Apologies for these minutes being so late but really, given some of the complexities facing the Lower Piphill Literary Society (see SCONES below), it’s hardly any wonder, is it? I have to say that I wholeheartedly agree with your remarks of the 27th; that in the absence of a stable chair we really don’t have a leg to stand on - and with our numbers having fallen off recently this is a situation in dire need of a remedy. Again I concur with you, you are quite right; StJohn is just the type of rugged charismatic individual a group such as ours looks for. I believe Lawrence (DH that is) to have been quite correct when he talked of some men being natural leaders.( Read more... )
a mock 1920's thing (so, yes, fresh from the pastichery but so it goes) that i owe in equal measures to (over-reading) Katherine Mansfield, the vintage bits and bobs in the shop and to my friend Sarah.
It's called 'Something Blue' and is about a station waiting room.
i hope to post it up here as soon i've finished the redraft.
It's supposed to be funny - but i can never tell about these things...