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Well christmas has come and gone and now I can see straight enough to type. After being greeted by Leamingtons station's graffiti which welcomes weary travellers with the words:
Avoid Cider
I have proceded to have a damn fine Christmas. The damn fineness included a trip to Leam with the now hairless wiggi (hence why is is now know as Wiggless, Baldie or inexplicably enough (at least after an Absynthe or two) Wiggles) and of course the boy smith. During the mad drunken revels we ran into such past celebreties as Na (who was christams shopping. in the pub. after the shops close) and the erstwhile members of the Racket (namely George Wayne and Pete). Plus other people who just don't spring to [my] mind.
On the ever recurring present front I am now the proud owner of a tasty electro-acoustic guitar with which I hope to reveive my currently dwindling musical ability. So far my fingers damn well hurt (just like they did whenj I started playing bass all those years ago), but I seem to be making some kind of vaugue progress, we will see how it goes.
Kron has got me the gorgeous "The Last Hero" the semi graphic novell by Mr Pratchett and Paul Kirby. Although she (and indeed her ever present partner in crime Spook) have told me I am getting some other mystery thing which I am completely in the dark about.
Ach well now. I think I will go tuck into some more beer...