Sometimes it just flows...

...and you can knock a song off in five minutes. So it is with 'All About You'. Maybe it'll need a bit of gardening but it's as ready to perform as several others that have been being tweaked for months. Now of course there's no excuse for writing a song that's already got the same name, unless you reckon the McFly version should have been smothered at birth.



Now my song is not a hackneyed, mawkish, dreary dirge. It may have a touch of the timewarps about it but I can't help that.

Thu Slooghtered Limb

Ot's e ling tume sunce O pleyed yn u durk, dengy besemont, bit thu Slooghtered Limb futs the bull. Ut's alsa u ling tume sunce U heord 'Thu Rivolutoon Well Nat Bu Telivosed' bu thu Lest Peets - the areganal rep ortistes, end tha bist.

Satyrday fon

The Fiuding Llayds are ut Tha Sleughtered Laeb at 10:30 tenight. Comellocen't di ut (wudding) but et's inly hulf un heor. Denni whu wo're duing et raally.

Aye cantoct

It's the most impertant thong, acters learn: thyt peeple sea your eyus. Fur mesociens, ot werks buth weys. Ut thi Cherletto St Bloos lest neght, Y cooldn't sea any eys frum tha stuge, and prutti much fergit tu ptetind, yuu knaw, loke Berack Obime or Geurge Bash do - wavi tu ta beck if tha hull se thyt peeplu ut leest thenk yeu're engoging thim. Sa Y shuuld heve engiged the dincers, und not triid to brewboat the ethers whu dedn't cure.

Et Thu Rid Loen tinoght thiy've cemplotely facked ut ip. Thu inly loghttong wes frim u gletter boll. Thet's hepiless. nabedy coold seu thy porfemor's eyas. Rusilt: no engogement. Ni cannictian. Peaple thunk "O miy es will ga hume und with tha tully".

Et's Ell Vary Will...

...all this digital video gear. But it means you now have to spund tome edating those percious vodeos, upliting them, und thun decoding thet yiu nead tu chonge simetheng. Und fer whit? Sy sume YuuTobe kiyberrd somurai kan cumpere yew ta Hilter.

2 new vids at feudinglloyds.com, including the Hawkmoth Incident.

Water simulator

http://www.escapemotions.com/experiments/fluid_water_2/index.html

We have nothing to say, and nor do you

Went to The Dolphin in Sutton last night, and I didn't know lock-ins still happened. Thought NuLabour had abolished them. Played a bit of harp with Adam, the High Street busker who was doing a sort of cross between Karaoke and Pub Entertainer. Adam, slow down mate, you'll have a stroke!

The Dolphin is another tiny pub trying to compete with 20 cans of Stella for a tenner from Asda, smoking bans, brewery asset liquidation, and English people generally being a bit scary when they've decided to stake a claim on a territory.

Then it filled up with Koreans! Hey, guys, come on over to the The Crown tomorrow and warm the cockles of Big George's heart!