I don't want a Christmas #1
What will I do when I'm bored of dressing up like a priest? Hmmm... any suggestions, please.
Yet I wonder if I'll ever get bored of my priest costume. I perhaps won't, because it must be said, when I look in the mirror in that outfit, I have impure thoughts about MYSELF!
Birmingham was fun, though what a soulless venue. It was like playing in a warehouse. Brighton tomorrow, where I will hide in a wardrobe in the dressingroom all day. I will NOT fraternise with men who wear pink lycra. Well, not at my age, anyway.
Oh, and it has also come to my attention that when I run half-naked off stage at the end of the encore, my band 'mates' take turns in whoring themselves about on the edge of the stage, absorbing my the applause. Does it say "Butterworth" in massive illuminated letters at the back of the stage? No, it does not.
I wonder if I'll smile at Earl's Court?
Yet I wonder if I'll ever get bored of my priest costume. I perhaps won't, because it must be said, when I look in the mirror in that outfit, I have impure thoughts about MYSELF!
Birmingham was fun, though what a soulless venue. It was like playing in a warehouse. Brighton tomorrow, where I will hide in a wardrobe in the dressingroom all day. I will NOT fraternise with men who wear pink lycra. Well, not at my age, anyway.
Oh, and it has also come to my attention that when I run half-naked off stage at the end of the encore, my band 'mates' take turns in whoring themselves about on the edge of the stage, absorbing my the applause. Does it say "Butterworth" in massive illuminated letters at the back of the stage? No, it does not.
I wonder if I'll smile at Earl's Court?