Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Not such a miseryguts today

Yesterday was crap- I spent the morning with my right eye pouring tears all over the place (ended up going to Barnet General last night and getting some medicine) even though I was out at Highgate with Diana and her three dogs. I was gloomy but the endorphins kicked in later on and I'm back to my usual dumb cheerful self again. My car smells a little doggy, but it's always nice to see Diana and I gave her a little old guide book to Mull; whe's just done a series for Resonance FM about Mull which the Independent newspaper has bigged-up three weeks in a row and I'm trying to persuade her to pitch it to the BBC.
If you're one of Joby's disciples, a big Hello to you! I got his mailout and I know he's mentioned this blog. I did like his picture of all your technology charging from the mains while you were all having a cup of coffee- reminded me of those hosses tethered to the railings at the saloon bar back in the Old West.
I think it was partly not being near a giutar for four days too, actually. Possibly I am addicted to playing guitar; I definitely get withdrawal symptoms when I stop. The green guitar's got to go to the menders to have its action lowered and the Hofner needs itts scratch plate screwed on again. Luckily I have been given an extraordinarily camp guitar which I will photograph and show you one day, and I can play that while the others are in hospital.
The book's done and partied, work's over for the summer, and now I'm going to set my mind to finishing the next CD and getting some gigs.
And rather a lot of sleep too, actually.

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