So I just got on the train home from london, it air-conditioned which is
handy as it's fucking hot outside. I should probably be typing something
more useful into this little machine that pretty much runs my life, but it's
a long ride so i'll get round to work later.

Foo's show was really good fun, I got too drunk and pretty much ignored the
support bands in favour of hitting the bar (20 minute queues, what the fuck
is that about??). I know motorhead are legends and everything, but it's just
not my thing. Alcohol and sunburn again, we're nothing if not predictable.

Got to see my friend jack for the first time in a long time which was cool, (that's him and maunder in the snappy snap), and the familiar faces were there too so a good day was a guarantee.

I am getting a little restless as we haven't played a show in almost three
weeks or something like that, apparently in day-to-day life people don't
applaud when you finish anything...and nobody sings along if you burst into
song on the high street. Is this what life without a stage and a microphone
is like? Fuck that.

Before I hit our nations capital for the weekend, me and dan finished
recording our parts for a random little thing that i'll get kev to post up
on MySpace for you to hear. It is a testament to the fact that I need to get
a life. I'll finish mixing it tomorrow.

Max x