Got this yesterday from Ebay. Pissed my sides laughing at the Keith Moon/Ollie Reed bits. Specially the KEITH MOON HAD ESCAPED!!! trauma. I know Keith would've absolutely shat himself laughing at it.
"Only Graeme knew the seriousness of the situation. KEITH MOON HADN'T LOONED FOR THREE WEEKS! For THREE WEEKS he hadn't been given so much as a hotel room to smash or a photographer to pee on!"
Classic - it's totally him, he'd've loved it.
I loved it cos it had so much Keith Moon-ness in it. I love that man. Officially. He's going to feature quite prominently in the drum room if I get the flat. Which I hopefully will.
Peej is coming over tonight to watch The Goodies (bummmm...). We're both skint (I'm over £100 over my overdraft limit, which just goes to show how lethal Ebay is...) but fear not, I supplied my freezer with buy one get one free pizzas so we shall be able to eat.
I move house with the family two weeks today which also happens to coincide with mum and dad's 44th wedding anniversary. You don't get that for murder in most places - usually it's just a sound whipping with a flagellum and sent packing (if you're still alive). I think that's what people who want to get married should do instead. Saves much more heartache and misery that way.
I'm a cynical old bitch, I know. I'm getting better, mind, cos now I actually DO believe in love (after falling hopelessly in it with a man old enough to be my dad who took great effort to convince me on it), but I believe it's possibly the worst thing to have ever happened to mankind and will be what destroys us all in the end.
Gosh I've gone all depressive. It's working in a hospital, I tell you.
My interview's on Monday for a permanent job in another department (very similar to Neurosurgery - it's Neurophysiology!). Wish me luck!!! Am terrified - I hate interviews!!!!!!!!
Mood - Not upset but not exactly bouncing off walls...
Music - Nowt. Nada. Nothing. None at all.