Try to tell me that you love me but we aint never met…

-Cold Chisel

Hurry up and wait.
-Blondie.

Some band is recording their drum tracks in the studio today. I am almost done packing up my meagre possessions. Mikey is sitting across from me sewing a patch on his shirt, deluxe is out and I still keep laughing when I think of how ash had a go at me today to impress Pete the Scottish Fin.

“All lead singers are cunts and blah blah blah….”

Do you think that he thinks that he may have had a point? It was like watching a kid having a tantrum. Pathetic and boring. I care less everyday what he thinks.

Play your fucking guitar and leave me alone.

We are on the main stage at Bloodstock round midday on sat, which I think, is pretty fucking rad. Looks like we are going to be in England for about 10 days. I am going to pack my running gear lest I go completely mad with boredom. I am covered in cuts and bruises. I do not play well with others. I stole a packet of blades. Go fuck yourselves.

I saw god in the hallway, I fucked the Holy Spirit with my sweat. Wanted to run the razor blade between all my teeth.

Got fuckin happy.
For a change..

I exist on peppermint tea and these killer yoghurt rice cakes from Denmark. Seems to keep me running. Got one more interview to do in yet another smoky phone booth today, can’t remember where it is. The dude behind the counter is fed up with writing me receipts and his wife just doesn’t like me. I pull faces at his daughters to make them laugh.

Ross has just walked in saying that it looks like our residency is a bit wobbly fuckin knew it. It’s a fuckin insane way to lead a life; they are telling us that we need health insurance and jobs. I don’t even have that in Australia. It’s always something to fuck with me. Bless Ryan air though…I don’t see how the hell we would be able to get anywhere otherwise.

I am up and down all the time. We are staying we going we are staying blah blah blah…I just want to go fishing to tell you the truth.
That and get laid.
Get my neck tattoo done.
Go to my house on the coast, not wear shoes for a month
Italy, that’s who I am calling tonight,

You do what you do…
SF4L
Michele.