This blog does exactly what it says on the tin.

At approx 3:34 am this morning (9/10/08) a rogue bee entered my premises illegally, attacking me in my bedroom. Said bee flew into my vulnerable face, then made its way around my room like an angry poltergeist.

2 points.

1. The bee was not there when I went to bed. All windows and doors were closed and locked and having searched bee, I found no lock picking devices.
2. Aren't bees supposed to be our friendly neighbours? Think I read that somewhere. Bees are our neighbours, that was the crux of the article.

I had to get out of bed and usher it into my lounge so that I could go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. And here's the kicker... IT WAS GONE.

Nah, just kidding, it was on the curtain. Imagine it had been gone though, that'd have been weird. Like a top secret government bee who lives life on the edge and doesn't answer to his long suffering superiors.

I have a gig tonight. My first one in ages, and I've managed to catch a fekin cold. Probably doesn't help that I've spent the last month drunk in Plymouth/Glasgow/Bratislava/Belfast. All wonderful places by the way. No bee attacks noted.

Have a listen to Dave Gibson's new songs (in my top friends, not sure if he's uploaded them yet, but listen when he does). We wrote them with our minds. They are called Be There (not bee there) and When I Leave Home. (Not When I leave bee. That doesn't make any sense)

GOOD TIMES.

Dave