Well I'm finally home. Tried to change my ticket for an earlier one, but it was going to cost a fortune and by the time I'd had a couple of beers with Kenny the next train wasn't that much earlier than the one I was booked onto.

 

So I went on a train to Halifax and back instead to occupy myself for an hour!

 

Anyway, that was reet good.

 

Mouse: Excellent music shoppage! Hope it does good, any music shop that offers tea, beer and canapes on it's opening day deserves to done good.

 

Steve (and family): Thankyou profusely for your hospitallity (especially the fry up), however I will deny, when questioned, any involvement with any sort of pitch based sporting activities.

 

:D

Whee! Back home. It was good to see everyone again (and meet those who I hadn't met before). Naaaaaaaan!!

It weren't fucking canapes, it was fucking crisps and vol au vonts.

 

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I have been singing at my guitar tuner :$

 

edit:
or rather, going "aaaaahhhhhhh" at various pitches until the green light comes on

Hurrah! You were in tune then.

 

Dya know, I'm actually wanting to pilot some online webcam guitar lessons. I should use you as a guinea pig.

You're about the fourth person to offer me guitar lessons so far :D

Haha ace. Take up all the offers.

Ohhh also.. I am looking forward to storming the stage at St George's Hall now Steve has shown me a secret shortcut from the bar. Just need to find an amusing show to invade.

Maybe this and I can dress up as Gary Glitter or something.