I'm very nearly almost back on the horse, back in the saddle again with the whole study thang. I think I should have been a poet, I was good at that, showed some aptitude for it, indeed was a wandering minstrel for many years. Anyhow, at the mo' I'm just trawling the dregs of A251 (now sadly consigned to Davey Jones' locker, along with Atlantis) for any Roman related thangs to do with a metropolis. I'm still pretty hoonered after last night at Wolfae's.
God, it was so banal. He set up the camera when I played guitar and Wolfae's singing was as loud as it was awful, and I mean terrible, some screeching din, just "noise", for it could scarcely be termed "music". Alas, after I played a few riffs, matey (one of her boyfriends) got on the gee-tar. Let's just say, his playing was as mediocre as her screaming out of tune. I really have to find some new peace of mind with just the Ronster and I.
Anyway, gotta run, study.
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