Losing itBluehamster tells us: "This morning I found myself filling my mug not a teabag, but with Shreddies." Tell us of the times when you've convinced yourself that you're losing your marbles.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 12:59)
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TonightI drove back from a gig in London. About an hour's drive more or less.
As I "de-carred" I could hear the shrill cacophony of what seemed like hundreds of crickets, all rubbing their legs against their wings, or whatever it is that they do to make that persistent night-time noise. But hang on a minute, thought I, we don't usually get crickets banging out their insectual tunes at night? This isn't the Mediterranean? I paused by the door, briefly purveying the front lawn to try and determine where on earth upon the bowling green-like vista they could be.
Nonplussed, I turned the key into the lock, and made my way into the house. Then I realised the sound was still there. But more of a ringing sound. In my ears. My ears were still ringing from the feedback from the gig...
Teach me to stand right at the fecking front...
(, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 1:42, Reply)
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