Multi-Banging

'Multi-Banging' is a term invented by Dan this evening, and is in reference to Aragorn, Eowyn and that other woman in the Lord of the Rings.

Used in context; Arogorn is 'Multi-Banging'.

And Liv Tyler... I still wouldn't. Not even as an Elf.

So... just like sex then?

Dan holds out a bag of pick & mix sweets offering them to me...

"Try those ones, they are amazing... like sex on legs... but without the legs."

Clearly not a drummer.

Drew: "Do you think this track needs drums?"

Long pause

Dan: "Are you going to play them?"

Sunday TV

Drew - "Are you watching this?"

Dan - "No. You can change the channel, if you want, it was either this or 'Snakes On A Plane'"

Drew - "OH COME ON! I'd rather be watching 'Snakes On A Plane' than manky cocks!"

Cleaning a cheese grater...

I had to clean the cheese grater today. Now how the absolute fuck do you clean these things?! If you use a sponge, you lose half of the sponge to the grates - you can also lose your fingers if you're not careful.

So how are you meant to clean a cheese grater? Does anybody ever actually use the weird shaped grates, the ones that stick out, as in, not the actual big or little sized gratey holes...? Is there really any need for it to be there?

Tried writing some songs today too (not about cheese graters) and couldn't get anything out. I feel rubbish, headachey and grumpy now.

Hanging out... a question about pants.

The other day me and Dan were walking down the street, and we ended up walking behind a guy that had some magical ability to walk with his jeans somehow levitating around thigh level and his pants fully on display.

Now don't get me wrong, I think it's cool to look cool - if you can pull it off... which I unfortunately can't.

I can't even pull off any legitimate attempt at fashion, style, or looking cool, and I have never been able to.

But some people can.

I just don't understand the whole thing about why you would want to show the world your underwear!

I mean, I could possibly understand if the person had some kind of incredible underwear, like, a comic book, or one of those magic eye things (although that could end up in getting a beating from staring closely at someones crotchal area) but you get my point?

Maybe it's some kind of cheap airing technique... I know I for one hate going out wearing wet clothes.

Hmm. I think this one will remain a mystery.

Quarantine

So this weekend I've taken it upon myself to lock myself away from the outside world, phone off, no incoming calls, only texts and mails on the internetz, in an attempt to do some things I really need to do.

Those things involve finishing my album, working on my other project, and trying to overcome some of the bizzarre thoughts, feelings and emotions I've been battling with recently about all sorts of things...

Including but not limited to - a recent family loss, the album, loneliness, self doubt, lack of self esteem, lack of confidence, and tiredness.

Ultimately I'm hoping to use the time to channel everything in a positive way and focus everything on getting the album and project finished, which should then make all the above ok...

In the next blog I'll let you know if it worked... and now I'm off to drink some Greek Awesomeness.

Adios.