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  1. Tired fingers from a great band practice. More tonight, how wonderful!
  2. good blog link http://www.ihussein.co.uk/andersonbak/blog/
  3. Wondering just how much I've been ripped off at the garage. Bastards.
  4. good lord, look at the time. Where has my life gone?
  5. talking should be so easy, but my throat is sore. Looking forward to the ride home.
  6. @simonmayo Stephen is a ntaion treasure. Makes me proud to be british - and not much else does I'm sad to say
  7. thinking that Friday before bank hol monday is not ideal for talking to people.
  8. Wishing the clouds away.
  9. @misterwallace What about moving pavements and invisible aeroplanes!
  10. @stephenfry There is a zen-like courage to achieving such a marathon of a marathon. I could only respect you more. See you there.
  11. @Roger_Taylor hello roger. big fan of solo stuff, lets go crazy!!!! I almost broke my hands drumming along
  12. @Roger_Taylor yes a big hole in life's web when he was ripped from it. but what a voice, a writer and a star in an otherwise very boring sky
  13. "Una Stubbs nearly fainted when she saw Lionel Blair receive a full toss on the chest from Christopher Biggins". Humphry Littleton
  14. squinting in a very British way at my computer screen. Sunshine is so like Christmas, better remembered than experienced.
  15. Glorious sunshine streaming through my window, looking forward to making things grow on the allotment. Feeling all 'Fearnly Whittingstall'
  16. coffee and listening to ole blue eyes. Spent all day writing and my eyes are now square and bloodshot. Exercise later.
  17. eating salad and making a concerted effort to not listen to the news. More rain.
  18. raindrop in a storm
  19. Staring intently at the blossom on a tree outside my window. Spring really is hear at last.