More Tales of Sleep Deprivation.

Yesterday Morning:

The bastard alarm clock went off at 2.30am. Lovely. Prior to that, I was tossing and turning and not even passing out into a heavy deep sleep like I hoped I would.

So, it was out of bed, shower and jumping into the motor for a half hour drive to Strawberry Hill for a six hour snip turn.

What's a "snip turn"? you may ask.

It's a nice short turn of duty at work (and nothing at all to do with circumcision). Six hours as opposed to ten or more.

Not much work to do, book on, cab to the yard, empties to Strawberry, tea-break, empties to Sheppie, cervix to Twickenham and pass back. Clean out locker and fuck off home.

I did get a call from Stac the day before asking to meet up. I'll have to sort it for the afternoon and we both agree to meet "Up The Junction" at 4.30pm. This gives me some time to catch up on sleep, except I got so engrossed into sorting out a new home for the blog, that time caught up with me and I ended up rushing out of the house leaving the ol' mobile dog'n'bone indoors.

I arrive ten minutes late to Stac's relief. After a self-poncing from a hole-in-the-wall, Stac and I duck into The Windsor Castle (the pub, not the royal residence).

Stac started giving me a revised run down of current events in his life. Twickers or Brixton? Van or estate car? Decisions, decisions. I informed him of the current state of "Anyway" the song we have been recording at Ruxley Studios. He is anxious to get it done ASAP, but it's in Jules' hands for the time being. I also tell him that if he is to record more songs of his that are to be a voice-and-guitar-and-that's-it-kinda-deal, then he would be better off recording them himself once he gets his gear back from the wicked witch of the Midlands. 'Cos right now, he can't mentally hack it. Stac talks about swapping MP3 files at some point in the future in order to create songs. Dunno if anyone will have time to do that even if we were interested. I bid farewell to Stac for the time being and get back home in a jet-lagged state to find Jules would like a word.

We start discussing and plotting for tonights concert at The Albert Hall "Zappa plays Zappa" that we shall both be attending. How do we get there, where do we meet? When? Fucked if I know! I tell Jules that I'll have to figure it out and call him back on the day.

So, you shall just have to excuse me now, for that is just what I'm about to do...

But before I go, here's a quick plug for the unofficial CPFC website. Click on this and then on to the headline "Dowie Arrives at Clowntown".