Hopefully you forgiving lot can forgive both the poor-man’s Carpenter-esque title to this here post, the cataloguer’s bind of unnecessary capitalisation and the sounds you may choose to hear (not forgoing, of course, the nonsense you are reading.)
You see, it snowed today. It snowed, or rather, it is still snowing here, today. This inhibited me from making it not only over the county border-line to the locum of my employer (on Monday’s and Friday’s, anyhow) but even from beyond the slip road where I dwell.
I’ve never been a fan of the snow. I used to hate it as a kid. I didn’t get the fuss. All that cold and damp, rolled together and splattered all across your clothes. I wouldn’t take a cold bath in my jeans and tell everyone it was excited. Maybe it’s just not my style.
Anyhow, the recompense of the snow’s fall was that I was given time to do some other work. So I faffed about with the dissertation I’ve been dragging my heels over for way too long (“two to four weeks, and it is in, I tell’s ya!”) It actually looks like it is something near an MSc dissertation now, rather than four disperate assignments spanning 14’000 words and over 70’000 words of transcriptions. Who’d a thunk it, eh?
Anyhow, it also gave me opportunity to “practice” how I might be able to approach the couple of gigs that I’m playing at over the next couple of weeks. (Obviously these will in no way interfere with the dissertation stuff. No way. Nah-uh.)
So here is what it won’t sound like, but I would like those to sound like:
Oh, and while I’m being immodest and self-aggrandising, why not go the whole hog? Rob over at RFM has gone and scribed some eloquent words that are nothing short of lovely about some of my recent releases. Also, so has Jack Chuter over at ATTN. Crikey.