Fine
I'll give it a go.

I'm quite old. And I can still remember the kick - no, the electric shock I got when I heard Johnny Marr bouncing down the fret on the opening bars of "What difference does it make?"

New music - as long as it IS new and not derivative - is sweet with me.

I've given up on the work thing. It's boring my tits off and I've given up a night that
I could have been out having fun for it.

Crappy crappy the work.

Ergo - bedtime. If I'd thought, when I was 17, that 23 years later I'd have spent late nights slaving over a work project I'd have jumped into the docks with a pocketful of bricks.

Hey ho.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 20 Feb 2009, 23:34, Reply)