Friday lunchblog:
The band have now spent a whole week out here in cyber-ville and as Pete says,
it feels good (Oww! watch that opening G Pete - or is it a D? bassdoc'll know). We're now very nearly as hip as Gorillaz; just need to work on our animated cartoonz. Dad Dancing Baboonz is probably as far as we've reached but it's early days.
Sustaining the cyberblogsphere should now be a priority for the band - just behind table football, the avoidance of power ballads, discussions about "great ideas to spice up our stage presence", continual questions about where the fee money has gone, but way, way ahead of rehearsing.
So I am moved to say in a Dad like way (do you like how that scans?) that I'm chuffed - and that reminds me of one of my favourite spoonerisms:
We used to have a nursery rhyme tape back in those old Pre-Primary school days (you remember tape don't you? No? Oh well) . One of the songs on that magnificent oxide-brown twin-spool technical wonder was called
John Brown and it had a line that spoonered brilliantly:
From the proud full "John Brown puffed his chest out" into the trouser burping "John Brown chuffed his best out". (OK so it's not perfect spooneration, but it still amuses me).
I really don't know why I suddenly thought of that, perhaps it's this cheese sandwich I'm eating?
Keep on blogging in a free world my friends.