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I’ve had another stinker of a head cold, it’s lasted since Friday and I’m almost scarred to go to bed because last night I kept waking up a with major coughing fit. I’ve cancelled early and late lessons the last few days to make the day shorter.
So I’m listening to Peggy Lee, there’s some coffee on, it’s twenty five past midnight and my two gerbil flatmates are asleep in their little wooden house. I gave them a nice dinner of mashed potato, nuts, seeds, fresh salad and tomato sauce, (not Daddies sauce, on no! a proper sauce I knocked up with mushrooms and red onion and garlic to go with my steak tonight). Man, them gerbils eat well.
Got a last minute booking to play at a stately home this weekend, for some posh people. It’ll mean a long day Saturday but I’m looking forward to it. Should be finished by seven, so I’ll be able to go out after. Cheers!
The Pope’s pissed off back to Rome. Good.
I watched Close Encounters Of The Third Kind last night. How fantastic is that movie? Never saw it at the cinema, but I’ve watched it lot since. I love a proper bit of UFO bobbins. I’ve always been interested in UFOs, but in a way most people that re into them aren’t. See, I quite like the idea that there’s people believing in them, I don’t actually think they exist. Not as alien aircraft anyway.
But I do have lots of old UFO books in my collection. I’m usually only into pre 1970 ones. That’s where the real freaky stuff is. These days you get abductions, medical tests, mind control, government conspiracies. Who want all that when you read a ‘true’ story? Fifties contactee George Adamski was taken round the moon by tall blonde Venusians and saw small furry animals scurrying across the darkside. That’s what you want!!
I’ve got all Adamski’s books. In The UK our most high profile contactee was Arthur Shuttlewood. He lived in Warminster and his mid sixties book ‘The Warminster Mytsery’ is as entertaining a UFO book as it is a snapshot of small town life in rural England. It’s cosmically quaint. The Hippies and saucerheads would gather on the hills around Warminster at night on skywatch duty. You still see this in Wessex during crop circle season.
Shuttelwood took his position as UFO guru a bit serious in later books, (yea, I’ve got them all), so keep away from stuff like ‘A Key To The New Age’. It’s for believers. True ones.
Right, what else can I waffle about?
Oh yea, I found a great blog written by an American woman in her late twenties living in the States. She’s upset because she’s single and she’s just buying shitloads of shoes and going on about her ex boyfriends and stuff. She writes well and it’s voyeristically moreish.http://mirandarambles.blogspot.com
I’ve just gone quite tired, it’s almost one, the gerbils are up doing gerbil stuff. . . burrowing, chewing. Peggy has just sung ‘When My Heart Stood Still’ and if you think I’m doing any more guitar practice tonight you’ve got another think coming!