Getting very frustrated with my fingers. Too lazy to tune my hollow and wooden homie. My hand is shaking from uprooting plants for the last two days. A mattock swinging half-breed who can't play guitar. No work tomorrow but getting my left ribcage inked with a Robbie Burns stanza.
Wild as the winter now tearing the forest
Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown
Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom
Till my last hope and last comfort is gone
Lets see if I can manage getting it all on there with neither whimper nor weep. I am planning my first proper holiday in very many years. Going to be abroad on the main land mass of the European continent without having to worry about getting to a venue on time. There is a Renault Espace, some tents, three friends, a fishing rod and reel, reels of 35mm, a spattering of foreign languages between us and lots of canyons and forests to walk and sleep in.
Been feeling romantic of late, but today I feel like a goose. Taking me a while to get off the ground.
Thursday, 7 May 2009
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