Why trumpet? Why not?

So, as mentioned yesterday, it is almost time for the 2009 Hartlepool CockDockfest. I have just finished yet another nightshift, so before I toddle off to the land of Nod, I might as well give you a rundown on what I’ve been doing over the last 20 minutes or so.

Well, firstly I left work, and returned home in a taxi accompanied by Dick Brown (who never updates his website even though he claims it’s the best thing ever). He was to be dropped off at his end of town, and I was to be dropped off outside the large, wrought iron gates protecting Mercuryvapour Towers from rogues, vagabonds, and those annoying little shits that slap those plastic “collection bags” through your ‘letterbocks’

Anyway, as we were coasting along quietly, Bruce Hornsby’s “The Way It is” came on the radio. With a quality piece of comedy timing, we both looked at each other, and said the word “Tupac”. It’s a long running joke between the night shift, that every song in the world ever was composed and recorded by Tupac at some point. You really had to be there, I suppose.

After DB got dropped off, we headed back home, and I witnessed my very first known sighting of a Thorn Gamma 1, right here in sunny old Hartlepool. Whee! Actually, Andrew sent me some pictures of it the other week, but with Beastbits running hotter than two naked nuns having a jelly fight, I’ve not been able to process the images properly.

I return home to find that I have “created life”. You may remember the marigold plant I planted the other week, well, good news, it’s sprouted its first flower!

It’s taken me almost 30 years to achieve something, and unfortunately, the thing that I’ve achieved is simply a front garden that doesn’t suck as much as it once did.

I’m off to bed for a couple of hours. A long day is ahead of me.