It was weird. I thought I was playing terribly, but in fact received more positive feedback than usual afterwards, including from a very cute Mediterranean looking girl who seemed to need to wrap both hands and arms around me in order to tell me that she had enjoyed the show, which was nice of her, until I spotted the long-suffering boyfriend she was there with whereupon she became inexplicably invisible, then disappeared.

So, that's positive feedback, but from a bunch of pissed people, obviously. Oh, I dunno.

Seems Ron Simmonds was right about drinking (scroll down, or hell, read the whole thing, it's amazing). Up to a point.

Whatever. I am not sober now. But I was earlier.

Anyway.

The other loud rock band I am playing with at the moment have some extremely new mp3s, if loud rock things are not tedious to you.

I should probably go and eat something. I am teh very lucky boy, I know. Wish I felt that way. Bleah.

Bleah.

Feh.