Thoughts of an Anarchist

MAN, I love Goldberg. It’s a love/hate relationship at the moment, but mostly because I am so awed by this part that I have no idea how to even begin comprehending playing it. So that’s why I may be talking about it A LOT.

Destroyed a guitar today. That was fun, especially when we met Dave. Maths revision less so.

My feet hurt, which I suspect may be something to do with the amount of walking I’ve done recently. Less amusing is the fact that everytime I go out, I tend to fall in something, be it simple mud, or the distinctly worse situation of cow-shit-on-trousers. So no more fields. 

At least not in these trousers.*

Which reminds me, oddly enough, of my next point:

What the hell do you all want for Christmas?!? 

Note to those friends of an online persuasion: You’re getting a card, and possibly a story or poem. Sorry.

Sure there was something else I had to say… but it’ll keep, no doubt.

Abs x 

*disclaimer: ‘these trousers’ are in the wash now, I’m in a skirt, but, y’know, like, whatever, dude.