Was listening to I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue yesterday. One of the truly classic "one song to the tune of another" moments: Girfriend in a Coma to the tune of Tiptoe Through the Tulips.
Also, new definitions: Transistor - nun with surprisingly large hands.
Stew's got one of these in. Might try it out tomorrow night. Shouldn't really spend money at the moment though. Besides, no amount of new equipment is going to make me good.
Apparently on Friday night, we went to a different bar after the first one and one of the guys had a ruck with the doorman. I can't remember any of this. Nobody is very clear on what actually happened. To be fair, the evening was predicted to get pretty messy.
Celebrated fathers' day by sitting in the garden reading HST and drinking cold beer. It was the Right Thing To Do.
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