Well, it’s Saturday and I’m not at the pool. This is because five or six bottles of Lisa’s “strong” homebrew has given me a sore head. Monday for sure. On the up side, this temporary affliction hasn’t prevented me from organising a shitload of music for tomorrow, being an important religious festival and all that. It would be nice if they could space out their festivals a little :)

The headache has nothing at all to do with the large chocolate bunny that my parents gave me being summarily consumed. Nothing at all.

The concert was a big success, and 95% of the time I sang very well. There was only one spot where I found myself extemporising three or four syllables of German. A rough equivalent in English would be: “...and they stripped him of flodiggle blon scourged him.” Which I’m sure is what the writer really meant anyway.

Here’s an interesting entry I’ve been reading by .

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