An Eye For The Main Chance
I was going to start this post as a justification as to why 'An Eye for the Main Chance' is the definitive Gothic album, and why Rosetta Stone are the epitome of goth.
But it is and they are.
Nothing much has changed.
I still live in the surreal world that is 'The Scottish Borders'... It's inbreading and the subsequent deformities continuing to shape and dictate my life.
I am now a fully qualified Mortgage Advisor and Financial Advisor, so I spend my time telling old women how to spend the money that their dead husband has left for them. The winter, it seems, brings death to the old.
Tristan is fine. He has thankfully taken the traits of his mother so he is good looking, clever and stubborn (all that is needed to succeed in the world) on the down side he does have my propensity for releasing gas in the wrong place at the wrong time with a gusto that belies his innocent appearance and he can swear like a drunken tinker. He is a phenomenal little man who touches the lives of all those he meets, living proof of Darwin and final proof that years of biking do not destroy the bollock.
Demeon the cat has a cataract so he now looks even more nasty than he did when I rescued him. I really do fear that he will die soon, the harsh reality being that I need a new oven and the cost analysis point to only one solution. A hard soled shoe to the back of the napper should suffice when the time comes.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosetta_Stone_%28band%29
But it is and they are.
Nothing much has changed.
I still live in the surreal world that is 'The Scottish Borders'... It's inbreading and the subsequent deformities continuing to shape and dictate my life.
I am now a fully qualified Mortgage Advisor and Financial Advisor, so I spend my time telling old women how to spend the money that their dead husband has left for them. The winter, it seems, brings death to the old.
Tristan is fine. He has thankfully taken the traits of his mother so he is good looking, clever and stubborn (all that is needed to succeed in the world) on the down side he does have my propensity for releasing gas in the wrong place at the wrong time with a gusto that belies his innocent appearance and he can swear like a drunken tinker. He is a phenomenal little man who touches the lives of all those he meets, living proof of Darwin and final proof that years of biking do not destroy the bollock.
Demeon the cat has a cataract so he now looks even more nasty than he did when I rescued him. I really do fear that he will die soon, the harsh reality being that I need a new oven and the cost analysis point to only one solution. A hard soled shoe to the back of the napper should suffice when the time comes.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosetta_Stone_%28band%29