Can it be that my Seasonal Antisocial Disorder is passing?
Or is it that bong calling my name?
Nope, all wrong - AR'VE GET ME FECKING AMP BACK YU NOSE IT!
Aaah, those crazy welsh guys. Who'd have thought of that ey?
Anyways, the electric hum of my Marshall is quite reassurring, even though I know it should not really be making that sound at all. GRRRR....I'm not buying a display model ever again!
But its still loud enough even on <1. In fact, 1 is too loud. Who needs 11 anyway? I need to get my own place, noise restrictions stress me out :)
So , last weekend (over xmas 'twere) was spent in the homelands of shingle and slurry pits. I still cant handle my sister, but now she's just getting even bigger and stronger. And louder. Am beggining to remember why I wanted to leave home so badly now, all those years ago... The brother is still hanging in there, it looks like quite a comfortable existance, most of the time. And then the matriarch, more madcap schemes than you can shake Baldrick's muddy stick-for-a-leg at. But at least shes found some peace.
So back to this weekend. Up to shef i reckons. Party hearty most daftly. Bam.
In a bit.
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