dorianchrist

Well, life was going well, still is, I suppose, but it could be better.

Lots to talk about though, so expand the blog. Woop.

My bands are doing well, the 'Toyz are becoming stupidly productive again, we've got block-booked studio sessions on tuesdays. My metal project's doing well, too.

Still looking for another job, call centres seem like the best bet, but i've also (hopefully) got a small job every monday night in Bar Bliss (my local) performing magic at the poker night. Hopefully that won't fall through.

After going out with an acquaintance of mine, the girl I was seeing and going on about a while ago is now single again. Just when I seem to deal with things (not that they rule my life, but they still niggle at the back of my brain, what's that about?) things have to go and change. Just the thought that she's back on the market is making neurons fire and nerves jangle that shouldn't fucking care. Aaaargh.

Get a fucking grip, dude.

I've got one, I swear, I just go a bit flaky sometimes.

Oh yeah, I went to see the truly fantastic Hanoi Rocks at the Cathouse the other night, fuck me, what a gig! I never thought one of my top ten gigs of all time would be in such a small venue, and it's usually shit. Haha. Seriously, Mike Monroe is a wizard with a mic, spinning it around, wrapping it around his neck and just being a fucking awesome frontman. The band were so professional, as you'd expect for a group of people who've been around for as long as they have, but seeing them in such a small venue, you forget how popular and massive they actually are.

Ok, remembering that cheered me up lots.

~ D ~