...and Milque is no more.
Yesterday, for reasons best known to himself, Colin left the band. Far from shedding any tears, I think my first words were "Nice!", as I've been teetering on the fence about leaving myself for a few weeks now.
Like a child, Colin is now playing at being incommunicado - not by switching his mobile off, but by leaving it on and then *not answering it*. I suspect he does this for dramatic effect, rather than actually wanting to leave - he has done this before, during which time we told him that if he did this gain, he'd be out of the band so fast it'd snap his neck. Hmm, this time I think I hear the *snick* of breaking vertebrae on the horizon.
No more saturdays spent freezing in a stinky practice room. No more shitty gigs in the worst dives in Leeds. No more spending £50 a month on rehearsal space and strings. No, I'm not gutted in the least. :)
Time to start thinking about a new project perhaps? Bullneck, here I come!
Like a child, Colin is now playing at being incommunicado - not by switching his mobile off, but by leaving it on and then *not answering it*. I suspect he does this for dramatic effect, rather than actually wanting to leave - he has done this before, during which time we told him that if he did this gain, he'd be out of the band so fast it'd snap his neck. Hmm, this time I think I hear the *snick* of breaking vertebrae on the horizon.
No more saturdays spent freezing in a stinky practice room. No more shitty gigs in the worst dives in Leeds. No more spending £50 a month on rehearsal space and strings. No, I'm not gutted in the least. :)
Time to start thinking about a new project perhaps? Bullneck, here I come!