From the dreams on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From the Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realisation that all we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
(Slàinte Mhath - Marillion)
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
(Going Underground - The Jam)
Here's a tip from your Uncle Rich. When you're beta-testing a design package and you think the auto-save is set, make sure it is. That way, you won't lose the last 5 hours' hard graft when it crashes.
This beautiful Sei Flamboyant 5. All I needed to do was replace the very meh Barts and get it properly set up. Instead, I sold it. What was I thinking?
I was thinking about making a gag out of that but it's past time I showed some sympathy.
I've been caught with coloured matched bollards that look to be part of the fence two feet behind. Got no sympathy from the establishment that had them painted that way. Daft.
It's my trusty old Korg DT-7 tuner. Best one I've ever had, accurate and clear without having to squint. The Zoom has a tuner but peering at that tiny window would have done my head in
That sobbing sound you can hear is my new tiny pedalboard distraught at the idea that it might be 'pretentious'. A day old and it's labelled already. No wonder it's upset.
But seriously... My tone isn't perfect by a long chalk, but this board gives me everything I need at the moment and I don't give a fffff what anyone thinks it looks like.