|will the last one to leave please turn out the lights...
||[May. 2nd, 2006|01:20 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
well craig's off to live in spain. and i don't blame him,
as diane so aptly puts it in trainspotting:
'You're not getting any younger, Mark. The world is changing, music is changing, even drugs are changing. You can't stay in here all day dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop.'
'It's Iggy Pop.'
'Whatever. I mean, the guy's dead anyway.'
'Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year. Tommy went to see him.'
...and inda is a lovely woman.
cracking leaving do though, a 3-dayer that did get exeedingly messy and increasingly hilarious. i must be getting too old for this. the hangovers ain't getting any shorter.
i guess i'm going to have to get my flying boots on from time to time.
and there's going to be a lot of cd exchanging.
(i'm on the case about the cds btw, really... the album's pretty much done, i just need to do some covers.)