April 8th, 2006.
Friday was just a nightmare. Bad phone calls from home and a grey, grey day only amplify the feeling of trapped stagnation as we creep the twenty miles from Whitney’s
November 20th, 2005.
A strange world I Live in. I’m thinking about writing some Rules of Human Behaviour. Engagement with the enemy type SOPs Laid out and intelligent, it could cover most every
November 14th, 2005.
Connecticut’s been a really good time. Lovely state. The driving takes too long, and the crowds are too small, and no-one anywhere can pay us what we’re worth, but I
July 29th, 2005.
Last night was wonderful. We played the Victoria Station Cafe, which, if we’d been going with our usual strategies, we’d probably never have discovered. But we were taking a “long-cut”