Before the Show

Ooh footy season! jeez, I could weep.

Not really.

I just miss cricket is all.

Gets to be like that with the passing of seasons into other cooler seasons. In temperature I mean.

Ok, you are fast experiencing what happens to my pre-gig brain.

It’s not pretty.

I’ll not subject you to it further.

I’ll be back in finer form on the morrow.

It’s my birthday too so that’s something (else) to celebrate.

Uh oh.

Stop me.

* Sighs *

I’ve gone too far this time.

Tonight might be messy.

Are you still there?

(Say “no”)

Yesterday there was an earthquake and I thought it was the wind.

Not THAT kind of wind.

But I was surprised to hear how many people were scared.

I wasn’t.

I’m not just saying that to sound brave.

I tell people I’m not scared of rats to sound brave.

Truth is I’m scared of moths. They freak the freaken shit out of me.

I don’t even care if they predict rain or earthquakes or tsunamis (do they by the way?)

Oh jeez, I’m sorry.

Hit “delete” now.

Did you?