we are hope despite the times

it's gotta be said the outlook at the moment doesn't look like being worth getting too optimistic about. thanks to the bible belt we're faced with the prospect of '4 more years'. mr arafat shuffling off this mortal coil could well open a big whoop-ass can of worms. on a marginally smaller scale, i've been ill for the best part of a month, and no-one really seem to know why and how to make it go away. not forgetting an ever decreasing bank balance to throw into the mix (or should that be ever increasing overdraft). all said and done tho, things aren't all that bad. the sun's starting to put in a few more frequent appearances and it'll soon be time for those perfect winter mornings when it's so cold it'll freeze ur bollocks off but without a cloud in a clear blue sky. a few more weeks and it'll be time to surround outselves with a load of old tat all in the name of some beardy bloke. as anyone who knows me'll testify, i'm hardly one to throw myself into the festive spirit, but this year'll be different - there's a baby on the scene. and he can always be relied on to raise a smile. lets hope mr doc's nice pills to the trick and i can let myself loose on the general popular in time to take full advantage of any well placed mistletoe without worrying about who i'm giving my germs to. or, more to the point, which bastard's gonna gimme the lurgee and make me ill again. tis, indeed, the season to be jolly. :D

la la la

when someone gets on a tube train carrying a guitar, it's fairly natural to be wary. when said guitar carried utters the immortal words "i'm a wandering minstrel" it takes a great deal of self control not to be reaching for the emergency axe and embedding it into his head. no, you're not a wandering minstrel, you're a hippy with a guitar and everyone on the train would appreaciate it if you'd piss off and spread your special little brand of joy somewhere else.