An early rise and bus into town. Bad. Coffee from the Zulu Lounge. Good. Busy day at work. Bad. Compliments on hair. Good. E-mails sent to Rob winding him up about the set-list. Very Good. Manchester City lose. Good. United only draw. Bad. Practice ‘Reflection’ on guitar a few times. Like riding a bike, as they say. Finish the evening with shameless plugging on facebook, followed by graphic novel – Batman: Dark Victory. Highlight of day.
Ah, the joy of getting up for work, having spent the weekend thoroughly wrecking one’s sleep pattern. Work is pleasant enough, although a tad busier than I would have liked, and my esteemed colleagues are all in good form. I start to mercilessly flog MOGASM tickets, and hope that my sales pitch of promising the sun, moon and stars on a stick will not be back to haunt me at some future occasion.
With work duly dispensed with (haha!) I go to get my hair highlighted (so vain) and then it’s off to Loanhead to see the missus, who is in good form. Sadly, my lack of sleep catches up with me, and I’m curled up before midnight. Rock’n’Roll!!!