Oh, the vagueness of it all. The cloak and dagger meetings, the intimated suggestions as to what the future might or might not hold...it's all a load of cobblers, really, isn't it? I mean, I didn't fall off the Christmas Tree, folks, so don't treat me as though I did.
Right, enough venting of spleen my chums, you deserve a little better, so what shall we turn the spotlight on ce soir? Could it be the debate (almost) triggered by my last posting - the weakest song on 'American Beauty'? I tell you what, let's stretch that out a bit, and make it the worst GD song of all? The only rule is it has to be an original composition, ok, not a cover. Now there's a fair bit to choose from. So here's one to put the cat in to them thar pigeons, how about 'Playing In The Band'? Yawn, yawn, yawn. Offers are welcome.
And, because I like to share nice things with you, my dear readers, I'm sitting here surrounded by the sweet scent of fresh daffodils, because it's that day of the year when you just have to have daffodils about the place.
Anyway, it's late and I'm knackered, so I'll love and leave you for now...