2003-04-06

The big wrestling friend lent me his VCD copy of 'Brotherhood of the Wolf' and now I keep having dreams that I'm a 16thC French prostitute. Now this is in someways good and someways bad. Good, cause I keep having sexy dreams from which i wake up very much in the mood for major rumpy pumpy. Bad, cause I am the only one giving myself rumpy pumpy at the moment. Lawd, pass the viagra and anti-arthritis meds!

Have been studiously avoiding the comedy festival apart from playing impro mainly because comedians suck. Basically. Ok, not all of them suck completely, but a lot of them are self-obsessed and whingy, much like me, and I would so rather hang with the ska kiddies who are into actually going out and having a good time. Even the Tango gang are more fun, although they do tend to get a bit moody whenever they hear an accordian.

Work is god-awfully bad, and I am over over over it but hey, baby needs a new pair of shoes and they don't come from any sugar daddys at the moment. Not for want of trying, I might add.

Had a couple of bizarre boys at traffic lights incidents in the past week. Coming home from gigs on both occasions I pulled up beside a car full of lads and they wanted to chat and ask me out. One carload was pissed, so I guess the beer goggles helped them, but the other carload were just coming home late and asked me bak to theirs for a coffee. Maybe its the new thing, traffic light pick up? Maybe I just look like a last resort? Or maybe it has something to do with my new denim jacket, which I was wearing on both occasions... curiouser. Whatever, I ended up dragging both carloads off at the lights, and winning comfortably. I'm glad I got the Volksie's engine souped - she looks innocent but has got some cahones stashed away on the inside. Now I jsut need a new stereo and I can be a Chapel St moll in no time.

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