Gloating in front of Kelly Jones (incoming Monkey Island references)
The Phonics are my band. I was there from the start, through good times and bad, in the stadia and the fields, the concert halls and the websites, through car chases and drummer firings. I take anti-phonicism as a personal insult. I love all their music because I can connect with it, because (bring on the cliches) it provided a soundtrack to my mid-late teens and because I love above every tomatoe in Chelsea how each album is the-same-but-different.
Currently listening to You Gotta Go There To Come Back. I don't know if it's good or bad - I'm too far gone - but it does the job for me.
Getting to the point.......I'm using this as an excuse to talk about the Elaine to my Guybrush/She-Who-Rules-My-Waterways. Poor Kelly. He should have named the album I Just Broke Up With My Girlfriend. I'm listening to him whine and, though I sympathise, I mainly feel smug. Smug that I have managed to obtain and maintain the love of my life for nigh on eight months. And the curious thing is she seems to like me back??I'm aware that I may be doing my own take on whinging down a microphone for eleven tracks in the near future so in the meantime I will bask in my own smugness.Tra lah lah! And my gorgeous Irish girl is but a stone's throw away in her mate's house in London for two glorious weeks.