Gwah.

Apologies for the tragic state of affairs in the last post. The formatting for this blog still eludes me. Anyhow, I thought I would add some personal stuff on here, to make it seem that I have actually got something going on in my life.
So.
A few of us went out last night to Firebug, a merry band of illustrative folk that comprises of myself, Rich, Will and his music producing housemate Tom. We drank rum and quite a few pitchers of some cocktail called Cuba Libre, which is Spanish for FREE CUBA! Yeah, we were fighting the indulgent, decadent west with every sip.

Aside from finding out exactly how powerful CL is, and discovering that we know collectively very little about the general affairs of todays popstars and media types courtesy of the music quiz that night (which, by the way, we came third, under the awesome banner of the Sons of Disaster), I also discover I have a depleted range of 'moves'. Despite having plenty of opportunity to put the ol' charm on a certain lady, the best I could do was to return a smile from across the bar. It was not a question of nerves, believe it or not, I literally could not think of what to do next.

Which lead to me realising how much time I spend either chained to the drawing boards at the studio or at home, or......well I'm not sure I do anything else at the moment.

Other than that though, a good time was had by all, and, for the record, Cuba Libre is a lot more potent than they make it out to be.