Space © America 2006

Well it would appear that our American overlords have decided that they now own space.
I for one welcome them and their high-tech surveillance satellites and orbital defence weapons and would never say anything to the contrary.
Although if I remember my history correctly, which I probably don't I just make it up as I go along, weren't the Russians the first in space and there for if anybody has a right to claim it it's them.
Oh hang on there's a couple of large gentlemen in suits and dark glasses at the door I'll be back in a moment…...

Jazz Metal?



The message came at 17.38. I was just chilling out and relaxing at home. It was inviting me out to the Gas Works to see a rock band, fair enough I get quiet a few of these (ok only a few), however this one was touting the strange combonation of Metal and Jazz with a tag line from the sender imploring me to come and see the bass player as the are apparantly The Shit.
This was something that I would really like to take a look at. Unfortunaly I'd already promised Drew and Ian I'd meet them at Spectre sound to buy a acoustic bass, and I don't let down people when I've said I'd do something. However the band sounded good, plus She might be there. I resolved to go find a decent guitar go jam with the guys make sure all my shit was water tight then leave.

However Spectre sound didn't have any decent guitars that I was looking for. So I made my excuses with the guys headed home and caught the next train into town. Met the lovely lass who had sent me the message. chatted for a bit I looked round with a sinking in my gut She wasn't here. Oh well at least I was going to see a decent band.
Several drinks later I got into that frame of mind, just concentrating on the band, then She walks in and it all goes out the window.
The rest of the night is a blur I remember I don't get to enjoy the band as she stands next to me and we make small talk, later we go to the bar and again talk. I know this sounds like it's going well but it wasn't I was making a complete tit of myself and she was smiling and bearing it.
Shit I've got fucked up over a woman who probably only thinks of me as a friend again haven't I.