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Gyah hah, I saw the most rubbish thing ever on TV last Saturday. It was some sort of American teen program... something like the Power Rangers, but in ancient Greece. Yes, quite. The characters said "Oh, my Zeus" instead of "Oh, my God". Clever, eh?
Most of Sunday was spent at a recording studio in the middle of nowhere, listening to my brother record the first song with the band "Deep Fried Funk" (yes, I know it's a silly name but so is Kamelot). It was rather good, in fact, but not really my favourite genre. Took about five hours, which apparently is a good time for recording a three and a half minute song. I was reading Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" during the practice, but I found it marginally more difficult to understand than the recording equipment, which resembled something from the flight deck of the Starship Enterprise.
Afterwards, we went to the chippy for my first real meal of the day. The band leader's brother turned up and oiled his bike with the chips.
I had just got back when I got a phone call from Philip, and went next door (almost literally) to the Kintore Arms where the people from Ventures were having a get-together. That was a rather good evening, especially seeing Craig again, who took the time to rant about how rubbish the people on his course are. After a conversation with an insane Mediterranean kebab shop owner, I finally got home and wrote all this nonsense, but kept the word count down for a change.
I was asked to remove my Quit message as soon as I got online. Fair enough, I can see how they could be interpreted as "preachy", but I just want to point out here thatthey were Kamelot lyrics and not a deliberate attempt on my part - I don't want the whole thing starting all over again. I'll think of something else later, probably from "Atlantis Falling" again. That was a good one.
Most of Sunday was spent at a recording studio in the middle of nowhere, listening to my brother record the first song with the band "Deep Fried Funk" (yes, I know it's a silly name but so is Kamelot). It was rather good, in fact, but not really my favourite genre. Took about five hours, which apparently is a good time for recording a three and a half minute song. I was reading Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" during the practice, but I found it marginally more difficult to understand than the recording equipment, which resembled something from the flight deck of the Starship Enterprise.
Afterwards, we went to the chippy for my first real meal of the day. The band leader's brother turned up and oiled his bike with the chips.
I had just got back when I got a phone call from Philip, and went next door (almost literally) to the Kintore Arms where the people from Ventures were having a get-together. That was a rather good evening, especially seeing Craig again, who took the time to rant about how rubbish the people on his course are. After a conversation with an insane Mediterranean kebab shop owner, I finally got home and wrote all this nonsense, but kept the word count down for a change.
I was asked to remove my Quit message as soon as I got online. Fair enough, I can see how they could be interpreted as "preachy", but I just want to point out here thatthey were Kamelot lyrics and not a deliberate attempt on my part - I don't want the whole thing starting all over again. I'll think of something else later, probably from "Atlantis Falling" again. That was a good one.
