Hullo, Uff, I'm ill. I've a red nose and trembling fingers. I spent the whole day indoors eating soup, and even doing that with difficulty on account of my shuddering hands and my three jumpers. *sniff* Anyway.. at the weekend I was in GLASGOW!! where I saw YOU!! and YOU!! and, oh yes, YOU!! It was ace. The Aislers Set/Lucksmiths gig was one of the best of my whole life. The Aislers are such an amazing live band. And, oh, there was dancing, and lots of lovely people. Yes, it was tremendous. Big props to the Winchester Club. I spent most of my time with dashing Patrick, delectable Lucy and dishy Nal, all of this parish, and met various other people you might know as well, and no doubt ignored a fair few more. On Friday I was in Glasgow by myself and spent most of my time stalking strangers just to see where they would go, a sport that's even more fun than it sounds. I followed one of them all the way on and off the underground and ended up getting completely lost. I ended up in a library where lots of old people were stalking around behind the bookshelves, all with their eyes on the same few chairs. They'd look through the gaps between the books, their carrier bags would rustle, then they'd see someone fold up their newspaper and all at the same time they'd leap from their hiding places and grapple each other for the seats. I read a History of Glasgow for a while, but it was heavy and wasn't much fun standing up. On Sunday we went to the West End and Patrick bought an elephant on wheels, which we named Samuel. We decided to write a song about him. I wrote this: Samuel, oh Samuel Although you smell like dog biscuits And your wheels squeak and clunk I still love you Your big ears and your tiny trunk *tuba solo* Solomon, oh Solomon Although I've seen all your tricks before And I know you've got something up your sleeve I still love you When you hold the queen of hearts in front of me *tambourine solo* Samuel, oh Samuel I know you hate to be pushed around And I know you don't think I should But I love you And this bath I'm giving you is for your own good I don't think there's much of a market for songs about fluffy animals on wheels, though. I mean, who'd want to listen to a song about that? That's why I put the bit in about the magician, see? Everyone loves magicians! It's not all bad being ill. It means I've been able to watch Fans Only from front to back and over again. I tried to buy it from my local independent record shop, but they didn't have any because they were too expensive. They sent me over the road to MVC instead. I always feel guilty for not buying from independent record shops. I actually bought Dear Catastrophe Waitress from Tesco, and the guilt still attacks me from time to time like a shifty dog. I suggested to them that they buy up all of MVC's copies and sell them for 50p more. They seemed to think it was a good idea, so maybe they will. Fans Only is brilliant. I don't know why, but I had the feeling it would be rubbish, but it's not. It's tremendous. Action packed!! There are lots of great moments on it: b+s on a Brazillian chat show, Stevie singing Rhinestone Cowboy at Bowlie, Stuart forgetting the words to every song he sings, and Isobel looking absolutely lovely. I'd actually forgotten she was so pretty. Loads of songs make appearances, including one or two you might not have heard of before. I think "Disability Chic" and "Invisible" must be some of the instrumentals, and "Wake Her Up", mentioned once long ago, turns out to be a Stuart David song with funny noises attached. It's all very exciting. You should all buy it and watch it and write stuff about it, yo. Peter Miller should buy it so that he stops listening to his "Lead Zepp" DVD, with their "riffs" and "electric guitars", whatever those are. On the way home, sorry to go on a bit by the way, on the way home I had a go at figuring out the lyrics to the long version of Scooby Driver. I love this song and I wish they'd release the full version cos it rocks. If you haven't heard it, you should try to get hold of the version they played on KCRW a couple of months ago. Here's my attempt at the lyrics (any help with the bit about the bedroom door would be welcome): === I'm coming over in the wrong direction I only want to be the centre of your attention For long enough to show you I'm worth the trouble that you take I want to see the way that you portray A boy who maybe doesn't have to much to say And you can draw your own conclusions But you'll find I'm not a fake You can turn away from me But there's nothing that'll keep me here you know And you'll never be the city guy Any more than I'll be hosting the Scooby Show +++ I need protection There's a lot of ugly stuff that's going on I want to live my life inside a car that's movin' fast I want to see the way that you portray A boy who's going to try to change his life today +++ Everybody's clearly out to get me I want to [...] my bedroom door And close my eyes and listen to the music Really makes you sore And if you turn away from me I will put you on my list of folk to hate I will write it in my diary And I will take revenge at a later date === Au revoir, mes petits fours! 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