Wade Is Back!

So, last night was fun. Maryanne and I went to that big white BBC building by Oxford Street to do a session for Tom Robinson's 6 Music show. There were a few technical blunders that were mainly my fault, but I am told it was good. I don't know, cos I haven't had time to listen to it as I have been doing finickety things, like sending all you nice people who hassled that DJ that song. The song is answer back to Sway's Download, innit. I called it Download!. Clever huh? Yes.

Anyway, the session was a nice thing to do. We had metal stools and Tom Robinson is a very lovely man, with an excellent radio manner. Also, Craig Charles held a door open for us on the way out. All these childhood loves of mine, all the time! Tomorrow it is Jimbob. Incidentally, there is a competition on PlayLouder to win tickets to see us support the great man in Islington on that aforementioned morrow, hereabouts.

In other news, David "Dave" Cameron, AKA Tony2, says has been saying his favourite album is The Queen Is Dead. And he's related to the Queen. I have been reading a bunch of this string-theorising, and I am quite convinced that our reality slipped into someone else's' about thirty years ago. I want the other one back, even if it did still have Thatcher in it. At least you knew where you were with Thatcher. She told you she hated you and wished you dead, through slithery fork-ed tongue, so she did. That bastard.

Hey, my little brother is still writing songs and posting them on his bloggey thing! He is much better than me. Forsooth:

331. Love becomes a parasite

When love becomes a parasite Will you build your own website? When no one’s home but it’s alight, When love becomes a parasite, Will you hold the forceps for me When I proceed with surgery? Will I leave a hole where my soul should be? Close a heart that opened hardly?

I can’t operate like a light switch Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch, You’re a grey area like Transdniestr, Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?

When love becomes a parasite Will the barbwire shine as bright? When no left foot wants to follow the right, When love becomes a parasite, Will the air taste quite as fruitful? Will my mirror call me beautiful? When I throw it from my window Will it shatter in the new snow?

I can’t operate like a light switch Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch, You’re a grey area like Transdniestr, Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister? I can’t operate like a light switch Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch, You’re a grey area like Transdniestr, Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?

When love becomes a parasite, When love becomes a parasite, When love becomes a parasite Will you build your own website?

I can’t operate like a light switch Tail between legs, retreat to Shoreditch, You’re a grey area like Transdniestr, Tell me won’t you tell me do you have a sister?