Sunday Musings #1

Sunday. The day of rest. The sabbath. Commonly known as hangover day. The day where I'm full of musings from the past week or, night, if my memory serves me half as well as it has been doing lately. I think I may start jotting down my thoughts on a Sunday as a retrospective and, what's in my head there and then. This could be a very dull past time but I'm not really bothered, soz.

1. Roll Deep - what have you done? I remember the days of Racist People, I loved that song - now it's some bird (hahaa i never say that) in daft glasses (...) on about shopping on a Thursday. Really, Roll Deep? Try harder.

2. For the last 2 weeks I've had the line "When I was 13, I had my first love" in my head, a la Luda. I can't shift it. Every single day I must say it at least 5 times, and that's out of my mouth, aloud. It even popped out when I arrived at the hotel room in the early hours of this morning. It's becoming a problem.

3. I didn't think I liked hats. Last night I realised the true potential of a hat, they're great.

4. Kelis is beautiful isn't she?


5. I'm genuinely bored of ConDemNation. It's happened, let's all calm down.

6. In my experience, hen nights are fairly subdued compared to stag do's. I mean, the ludest thing on a hen night, that I've ever encountered, is an oversized phallic inflatable. Harmless loud vile women. Men on the other hand, think they can get.away.with.anything. This is a complete generalisation based on recent events (and 100% excluding the brothers) but, just a musing all the same and I think it's terrible!



7. My conservative name is Doreen Cotswold Waghorn - that's brilliant isn't it.
(grandparent, first street, headteacher)

8. It's nice to see some results - SoulBoy and Half Hearted.

9. Whiplash is fairly restrictive. So far it's affected pretty much EVERYTHING. Can't wash my hair properly, can't turn around to talk to people, can't reach for stuff, can't sleep on my side, can't try clothes on, you get the picture. Hmph. Drinking on whiplash isn't that wise - well, it is at the time, then the next day, cutting off your torso seems attractive.

10. I watched an album review of The Queen Is Dead yesterday morning. It's nearly 2 hours of pure unadulterated Smiths gush, my favourite. It was a toss up between that and the Nick Stockley Substitute 2nd Birthday mix to get me in the mood for a hen night in Chester. Usually, the latter would win but this was a welcome change - Alison Limerick's Where Love Lives seems to be following me.

That'll do for now, happy Sunday xxx