Snow In Spring

Snow I woke up this morning and it was very cold, so I buried my head under the duvet and hoped for it to go away. It didn't. So a little later I poked my head above duvet, and peered at my window. Outside of my wondow, it was fucking down snow. SNOW! Fat fluffy gobs of it, pow, pow, pow. I smiled at it, and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again it wasn't snowing anymore, so I figured I deserved some Ribena. So I got some Ribena. Later on I rehearsed with James and Jeres for tomorrow's gig (Mary was being sick, poor love), and later still I went on a train to Richmond to meet my Mam and Keef halfway from theirs. Keef is some kind of a genius and he has fixed my laptop. WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS!

I read a graphic novel called Fable on the train, which was pretty good, and The Sun, and The Guardian. Both the latter were shit. I am not sure which was shittest. The Sun is still obsessed with lone paedos. The Lone Peodos is almost as good a name for a band as The Lone Gunmen.

I think i might form a band with Young James, as we have written a whole load of songs recently that seem to have their own identity outside of Planet Don. Maybe we have a name already, eh?

The past 3 or 4 posts have not been read by anybody, by the way, as they have been posted while the site has been frozen, as the new one is being built behind the scenes by the Wizard Of Zef. Why I insist on blogging at nobody at all is anybody's guess, but I find it necessary. I am still full of this snot you know. I think my shell is deteriorating. Nothing lasts for ever, eh? Ale Jaca Est.