Slow-motion, I'm getting ready for Accies in Glasgow tomorrow. Everything is packed and ready. I'm looking forward to seeing the Daintees again. I did a drawing for their t-shirt of a cat.
I can't decide what to wear, and may have to unpack and re-pack. Do I dare to eat a peach? Shall I wear my trousers rolled?*Is it cold in Glasgow? If it's not cold in Glasgow, will it be cold in Edinburgh? Or Newcastle?
I have tidied my room a bit today, exposing mega-dustballs the size of footballs. Getting the hoover up the stairs seems like an effort (still not feeling good) so I'm contemplating festooning them with fairy-lights and pretending they are the latest in funky Christmas decorations. I have found a lot of pens, many of which don't work. I haven't found several important phone numbers on slips of paper, though I have found lots of lyrics, also on slips of paper. I take this as a positive omen!
*TS Eliot, of course
It's always cold in Newcastle and Edinburgh. Have a great trip.
ReplyDeleteI've just read on Yahoo News about 'man impaled on 6 ft Rod'. This anything to do with you, Bro Tobias? Thought you were a peace loving guy!
ReplyDeleteGreat cat pic! Enjoy your Daintees trip - it seems ages since I saw them last
ReplyDelete"Do I dare to eat a peach? "
ReplyDeleteNow I now this is a lyric from the Momus song 'The Sadness of Things' but presumably it originates elsewhere... would a kind soul inform me? Or am I google-bound?