By that am I to take it you didn't really go in for all that new romantics stuff? This is me speaking as a total Curehead, btw.
I shall be expecting a pithy comment from you in the near future involving an oblique reference to Flock of Seagulls. Especially if tensions in the Middle East increase.
Cool - I shall check it out. It does however remind me that I definitely deserve a reprimand because I got so into the story that I forgot about your music recommendations! So I shall have to go back over that. Mind you it is a kind of compliment lol.
I also got reprimanded by the Fates today - I climbed a ladder and felled a few dead branches off one of our huge cedars this morning with my trusty Japanese pruning saw, but then was so full of myself for not getting bopped on the head that once I'd dragged it into the open I started sawing off side bits which could easily have just been snapped off, and the saw sliced a nice chunk of flesh out of that fold-like bit between the base of the thumb and the index finger. As you can tell by the fact that I'm typing it's not as bad as I am making it out to be but I have definitely taken this as a message from the Fates not to be so fucking cocky.
I think the Smiths sang about it once - you know that one about the girl with a pruning saw in her side.
Well, I am also able to cook a nice chicken and mushroom risotto in a bit - our local supermarket is having a wine fair at the moment, so I am going to use that purely for sedative purposes, and strictly forbid myself from the Internet. I'm exaggerating again. I'm better now. Because I've been warned.
lol. I got through the cooking process relatively unscathed, apart from slightly opening the wound up trying to prise off some garlic cloves. Ironically enough I produced the best risotto I've ever done. I think that's what Camus would've called the Absurd.
Forgot to say how much I love the idea of a soundtrack to stories. If you've read my Katy's McGuffin you'll know I came up with a cracking soundtrack, if I say so myself.
Can't think of a pithy comment this time - which is just as well because nasty villains like this don't deserve pithy comments.
And that's quite a cliffhanger...
I reckon the alien's gonna intervene though. That's just my guess.
'Our lips are sealed,' said not so fun boy three.
By that am I to take it you didn't really go in for all that new romantics stuff? This is me speaking as a total Curehead, btw.
I shall be expecting a pithy comment from you in the near future involving an oblique reference to Flock of Seagulls. Especially if tensions in the Middle East increase.
Mr Smith's words do resonate. One of my favourite Cure songs will be linked to in an Act II scene. You can find the serial's full playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5CcVbhui5LvtzkyU9QA9XG?si=R0Bm08YRRP2j1ebu4YlMtA&pi=vNi1XMv7TBiSe
Cool - I shall check it out. It does however remind me that I definitely deserve a reprimand because I got so into the story that I forgot about your music recommendations! So I shall have to go back over that. Mind you it is a kind of compliment lol.
I also got reprimanded by the Fates today - I climbed a ladder and felled a few dead branches off one of our huge cedars this morning with my trusty Japanese pruning saw, but then was so full of myself for not getting bopped on the head that once I'd dragged it into the open I started sawing off side bits which could easily have just been snapped off, and the saw sliced a nice chunk of flesh out of that fold-like bit between the base of the thumb and the index finger. As you can tell by the fact that I'm typing it's not as bad as I am making it out to be but I have definitely taken this as a message from the Fates not to be so fucking cocky.
I think the Smiths sang about it once - you know that one about the girl with a pruning saw in her side.
Well, I am also able to cook a nice chicken and mushroom risotto in a bit - our local supermarket is having a wine fair at the moment, so I am going to use that purely for sedative purposes, and strictly forbid myself from the Internet. I'm exaggerating again. I'm better now. Because I've been warned.
The 'right tool for the job' and 'simmer slowly' are my takeaways from all this. Heaven knows I'm comfortable now...
Ah - and all we need to do now is find some way to crowbar in a comment about Bigmouth.
lol. I got through the cooking process relatively unscathed, apart from slightly opening the wound up trying to prise off some garlic cloves. Ironically enough I produced the best risotto I've ever done. I think that's what Camus would've called the Absurd.
Forgot to say how much I love the idea of a soundtrack to stories. If you've read my Katy's McGuffin you'll know I came up with a cracking soundtrack, if I say so myself.
Must do this more often.