Still, there's a Donkey Festival tomorrow morning, so things are looking up. In the meantime - and to complement the Tree of Bread (see below), here is, as promised, the Guitarist Made of Cognac.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Day 42: I Find A Guitarist Made Of Cognac
It's not like I think they're good, these posts. The pictures are a bit shit too, come to think of it. Problem is, fuck-all's happening, except me spending a rainy afternoon learning to read the tarot and discovering that I am, in all probability, deeply psychic and may well have mind-reading powers. Strong probability of a hint of the Romany, at least, which may describe my deep attraction to David Essex, who I always imagine sitting cross-legged on the back of a painted gypsy caravan with a horse called Buster, singing "Hold me close, don't let me go (oh no)".
Still, there's a Donkey Festival tomorrow morning, so things are looking up. In the meantime - and to complement the Tree of Bread (see below), here is, as promised, the Guitarist Made of Cognac.
Still, there's a Donkey Festival tomorrow morning, so things are looking up. In the meantime - and to complement the Tree of Bread (see below), here is, as promised, the Guitarist Made of Cognac.
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Amazing!!! I don't know where you find this stuff! Spooky co-incidence, David Essex was on TV being interviewed last night...they did a sort of *before* and *after* thing....umm...have you seen him lately????
I find this stuff JUST BY WALKING AROUND. Not joking.
As it goes I did see the edge of the Essex last night (for reasons too complicated to explain I get English TV in France), but it was only a glimpse - and was AFTER I had thought of him in a vaguely erotic way, sitting on the back of the caravan. Like I say, I suspect I am deeply psychic. I know, for example, that my 'readership' will decline sharply as the quality of this blog continues to decline. Spooky.
He has a very fluid playing style. It must help him get out all the feelings he keeps bottled up inside.
Sorry.
I bet he plays a lot of Brandy Travis songs.
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