I've found this button on my keyboard that I didn't know existed before. I call it Percy. Each time I press it a vortex opens to another world and I get sucked into my own shoe. It's a bit damp and dark but I like it. It reminds me of a shrew I once knew. He was a Jehovahs Witness who knew how to Jive. I remember one time we were sitting on the steps of my house when a car full of telephones pulled up and started randomly throwing numbers at us. My friend showed them where it's at by rhyming pad with dad and then pulling out a 56 magnum and blowing his hat off. It was most impressive. It would have helped had it been real and not the result of wanton amounts of spare time coupled with a dislike of chagrin.

Speaking of which, and not at all, I'm really getting into the words esoteric and pharmacide. I like them a lot... in the same way that mothers like their babies when they stop crying.

I went to a gig last night. It was very good. The singer was most talented. She play a fine geetar and pana. She got soul. I then took my Italian mate to a bar where he managed to drink the head of his pint and no more. He say Italians can't drink more than 4 pints on a night. I saw it happen. It was like a parsley sandwich - crisp on the outside and full of beans.

There's a gaping whole in my head. Filled with music. I need love. Love is, or so they say. I'm not sure I believe them.

Love