Morning kids,
Barfly tonight, killed it in rehearsal on Thursday and are match fit to play a blinder. Last night Manzini and I started laying the foundations for 9 album tracks (thanks Dellboy for lending us your Vox – she’s being taken care of), we were at it until the birds (and various media-types) started tweeting this morning. Gonna try and get a couple of hours in before we set off for that London.
Me mom woke me up with a call around 11:30 this morning – haven’t spoke to her for a little while, it was good to hear her Brummie tones. Got up, made some Mexican Eggs (breakfast of the gods (and mexicans)… if anyone wants the recipe email me – alex@wutars.com) before Sam’s mates Fat Mess, TAFKAS (The Artist Formerly Known As Shapes) and, er, Brett arrived with a full decade’s supply of Carlsberg. Decent, although I won’t be touching the stuff until I come off stage tonight.
Off for a run. It’s going to hurt.
xAGx
