my life as a artist
a different electric kettle of fish
Sunday 20th July 2008 10:56 PM
I'd like to take this opportunity, in fact grab it with both hands, firmly enough to have it under control, but not enough to throttle it, to apologise for the recent blog-drought. It's still going on, and this is just a brief desultory shower.
I've just been on the road for two weeks, taking in the Glastonbury and Workhouse festivals, and other noisy water features, after which I've come home to fulfil some urgent filial duties. My Mum's flat has been renovated and revamped by the council, in consultation with Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen and Lulu, so she's been staying with me in the meantime (my Mum, that is, not Lulu, who shouts and goes boom-bang-a-bang too much for my liking).
Since the workmen finished going boom-bang-a-bang last Friday, I've been doing that mad, monomaniacal, midnight magnolia and wood-chip thing again, in an effort to restore my Mums flat, and indeed my Mum, to their rightful place. Although keen to return, she says she'll miss the beautiful view, my wholesome vegetarian cooking, and the high quality of the passive smoking.
I'm sure Katy speaks for you all when she writes in to say I was fantastic at Glastonbury. Thank you. After the gig I went backstage and hung out with James Blunt, Katie Melua, and Gilbert O'Sullivan and we had a lively game of scrabble. Later Neil Diamond and Shakin' Stevens turned up with some Tunnocks caramel wafers and a bottle of squash, and we partied until way past eleven. It was quite trippy.
Back in the mundane (but still muddy) world of football, even though there's still strawberries ripening on the vine, tomorrow sees the second game of the season for the mighty, yet humble and approachable, York Corinthians. Though we're sons of warrior gods, some of us still need a good eight hour kip the night before a game, and as I'm one of those, I'll have to go to bed now.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, I hope to talk to you soon, and I'll try harder not to make a stranger of myself , OK? All right then, goodnight! See you soon! Laters, eh?
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Phew! Glad to see yo're back safe. I thought you must have been lost in action - drowned, in a field that is forever England.
Posted by Steve , on Monday 21st July 2008, 11:14 PM
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