Friday Night Change Of Plans

Dear Diary,

We have been planning a Space-Jam' interactive storytelling session, all week. PJ told me he couldn't make it, so I made other plans: jamming with the Grey Alien. PJ turned up, out of the blue, we headed round Valravens, Cyborg was here. He needed a friend. So anyway, everything is boned, Grey-Alien is still up for a jam, seeing as Cyborg has just left I might well do that. Haven't jammed with the Grey-Alien in ages. He doesn't get on with Cyborg and the feeling's mutual (long story). I don't know what to do.

PJ wants to role-play On the Flex. This is so shit. There are no fixed rules, no structure. His "stats" include 'sun', 'moon' and 'mars'. It's based on the horoscope dice I gave PJ for his birthday. I just want to leave here.

So, I did leave there. Due to the double booking situation another guest has arrived at the party (a vegetarian barbecue - an oxymoron, but still delicious). It also means that the jam will be more acoustic than electric. Awesome. Grælien wants to still play some electric, but not for long.

Tomorrow is jamming with No electrickery (who are still together!) at the café. Should be good, I can't wait.

Man! What a great night! We jammed, acoustic, philosophised, had a lovely time. It's been wonderful. Towards the end of the night we all watched a classic Star Trek episode (original) when Kirk, Spock and McCoy were all transported back in time to the 1930's America during the time of the depression. Joan Collins.

The minute I arrived home to my little Ronnie Barker, there was a knock at the door. It was a neighbour, a young lad (twenty something) who was very drunk, he had just been embroiled in a fist-fight with some lads from an adjacent county, trying to steal some agricultural equipment from a local garden. He recounted his tale of bravery then showed me call records on his phone of him having dialled the constabulary. Evidently it was a bellicose evening for the boy, who recounted his tale of pugilism, in an overly inebriated state. I am just glad he is gone now. Peace, at last. Today has been an ... interesting day, and you who read this have but the slightest inkling as to why. This blog, is but an iceberg. Some of it is visible above the surface, just the tip, but most of it is hidden beneath the waves.

Max.