I spoke with one of my mates last night and tried to get him to come out for a beer. He was as nice as he could be about it but he really wanted to spend the night in with his girlfriend. Fair enough – it’s annoying but we’ve all been there. There’ll be another day when being all lovey-dovey is the last thing on his mind and he will phone his mates again. Some peoples’ priorities are all fucked up!

Having been in the vicinity of drugs (both soft and hard) for much of my adult life, I have developed a thick skin when it comes to dealing with the occasionally strange social situations which can develop.

Growing up, several of my cousins and friends discovered weed and, finding it very much to their liking, became increasingly comfortable on their sofas. Much of their exercise came in the form of frequent trips to the fridge, and their expanding waistlines caused them to lose interest in the sport and fun which we all used to enjoy so much. I look at them occasionally and wonder if they are really happy doing what they are doing.

Although society is changing, taking drugs is still considered socially unacceptable for a whole host of reasons. It depends on your own personal standpoint when it comes to picking and choosing the arguments you’ll use to put your case. But experience tells me that they’re here to stay and so it’s better to learn to live with them than to bang on about it incessantly.

Just made a new bootleg which I’ll be playing out tomorrow night. It works amazingly well.It’s Darren Hayes – The Darkness underpinned with elements from Deadmau5′s new remake of Toca’s Miracle.

What a cracking weekend that was! The bruises and cuts are now fading, the pain and exhaustion now just hazy memories. 

A good bit of prep beforehand (see other blog) meant that it was just a question of driving there and getting on with it. Peter had hired a small van and it took a lot of mental and physical agility to get seven bikes and a load of baggage into it. I’m glad I watched the Krypton Factor as a child. I had to take my time over it, though. It’s one thing getting those bikes to fit in the back. But the skill is doing it so that they come out working at the end of it.

If we weren’t careful: 

(Pedals, handlebars, disc breaks and chains) + (Pete’s driving) + (Welsh roads) = EXPENSIVE SCRAP METAL

Shedloads of masking tape and corrigated cardboard did the trick, it seems. I’ll certainly remember that one for next time.