Pleb"
Phew, that took a while, first the internet decided not to work then it decided that it had never heard of livejournal and that it wasn't going to bother searching for it.
Anyway, since my last update alot has happened to me, I say alot but what I actually mean is nothing at all, although I did have to have a whole image change, or as it is otherwise hair cut, as a result of Mike's cat sleeping in my hair and thinking that then was a suitable time to malt, which meant that I would have to cut my hair as all the discarded cat hairs would forever adhered to my hair. I now resemble a young Sergeant Bronwe.
Prior to the cat incident I had a band practice, where I was told what I was playing, how I was playing it and what I was playing it on, as usual. Jack kindly let me use my OWN guitar, how generous of him, then one of the songs which I play my guitar on was consequently cut from the 'set' (it isn't tht I don't want anyone to play my guitar, it's just I don't think my parants payed £420 to let watch it from a far). Hint hint. To be honest, at the moment I am thinking of quiting the unlegendary All of the Above, because I'm not allowed to make any important descisions concerning and it feels as though I am merely there because I know G, D and C.
On a lighter note, last week in town I was called a "Pleb" by some money grabbing, brain cell-less, neanderthal, bastards who thought it hilarious that I was wearing a red Coldstream Guards tunic, although I found it more amusing that they obviously didn't know the the meaning of the word 'pleb' (although I only found out the meanng myself five minutes later when Braddy told me), and they tried to ridicule me by barking like dogs at me and the fact that I didn't dignify their attempts with a response didn't sadden them as later I turned to hear one of them say "Hah hah.......dogs......woof! Woof! WOof! WOOf! WOOF!" Ridicule me, ha, they ridicule themselves
Anyway, since my last update alot has happened to me, I say alot but what I actually mean is nothing at all, although I did have to have a whole image change, or as it is otherwise hair cut, as a result of Mike's cat sleeping in my hair and thinking that then was a suitable time to malt, which meant that I would have to cut my hair as all the discarded cat hairs would forever adhered to my hair. I now resemble a young Sergeant Bronwe.
Prior to the cat incident I had a band practice, where I was told what I was playing, how I was playing it and what I was playing it on, as usual. Jack kindly let me use my OWN guitar, how generous of him, then one of the songs which I play my guitar on was consequently cut from the 'set' (it isn't tht I don't want anyone to play my guitar, it's just I don't think my parants payed £420 to let watch it from a far). Hint hint. To be honest, at the moment I am thinking of quiting the unlegendary All of the Above, because I'm not allowed to make any important descisions concerning and it feels as though I am merely there because I know G, D and C.
On a lighter note, last week in town I was called a "Pleb" by some money grabbing, brain cell-less, neanderthal, bastards who thought it hilarious that I was wearing a red Coldstream Guards tunic, although I found it more amusing that they obviously didn't know the the meaning of the word 'pleb' (although I only found out the meanng myself five minutes later when Braddy told me), and they tried to ridicule me by barking like dogs at me and the fact that I didn't dignify their attempts with a response didn't sadden them as later I turned to hear one of them say "Hah hah.......dogs......woof! Woof! WOof! WOOf! WOOF!" Ridicule me, ha, they ridicule themselves