Yep. They really did it. They removed my own songs from my profile and sent me a threatening message about using copyrighted material. Made me fill out a quiz on knowing what a copyrighted song was. Brilliant. Pure startle that.

It seems that musically the world is most certainly against me right now. Not being online much hasn't helped as I keep missing opportunities. Working is a big pig, although it's certainly refreshing to have some regular coming in. So. What now?

Well, I just thought I'd fill the gaps in my profile by chucking up a couple of tunes of which I know at least one has never made it onto the page. It's so hard to keep track. The bed by the way did NOT make it up the stairs. After carefully decorating every available piece of wall and ceiling in the place we managed to gouge a lump of plaster out of the newly painted wall by trying to stuff the equivalent of a cow into the boot of a mini. We mutually decided to reverse, (which in itself was no easy task), and resorted to borrowing Matt and his roofing ladders. The amusing part was we put them through the bedroom window and it took no more than five minutes and caused a minimum of sweat and pain. Ironic really that we always assume the stairs are the easiest solution to getting things onto the first floor. Think outside the box, or indeed house.

Well I've still got things to do and less time to do them the more I spend telling you about them. So as has become my usual thing. I shall keep things brief.

Keep listening if you do. My faith drains with every year, but I will endure if nothing more for those of you who care.

L.