I’ve been coerced into returning to this blog and writing again instead of posting music videos of various songs that I probably should not be listening to in my current mindset. It seems that some people actually missed my angry posts.

Yesterday I got my hair cut and as he is going about it the barber casually said to me “would you like me to trim you eyebrows for you?” So now I’m straining forward to peer into the huge mirror in front of me to see if I have eyebrows that Chris Rea would be proud of.

Then he tops it off by saying “do you mind if I cut those off?”

Cut what off? Can I have a bit more information? Cut what off, my ears? Surely we can work around them?

He was talking about a couple of stray hairs that had magically grown out of the top of my right ear just like antenna, great now I’m turning into some kind of giant human/insect hybrid.

I met up with Will and Jodie in a pub later on to go to see a band called The Wildhearts. I got there 90 minutes early. When Jodie turned up we stood side by side for about two minutes before we noticed eachother. I met one of Will’s mates called Gavin who I don’t like because he has a very cool job playing computer games, the lucky bastard.

I entertained myself on the train to the gig by giggling as Jodie tried to wee into a Coke bottle that she had placed into her jeans. I’m not being a pervert, it was a funny thing to see, and anyone who says I am a pervert for looking is lying.

I got right into it (the gig, not watching Jodie pee) and was rocking away with the best of them, even though I had not heard a lot of the songs and did not know the lyrics properly. I was throwing up the horns, whooping and spilling beer just like everyone else.

It was an awesome night even if on the way home I did wade into a stream of liquid, look to my right and see Jodie happily peeing as I walked through her cascading urine she waved at me and said “night”. I wish I was that brazen when I indulge in public peeing.