Earlier on today I re-read some of the posts I wrote from when I did them on my iPhone in the hospital – and was shocked to see so many typos, missing words, wrong words – it’s a wonder you guys had a clue what I was on about.
Now if only I knew of a proofreader I would have been sorted…. one might have thought.
So what to call this post? I immediately thought of a song I hadn’t heard in years – Prove It by the classic CBGB’s band Television. And then literally 5 minutes ago Steve Lamacq on BBC6Music played that very song – spooky spooky spooky. But it does give me the opportunity to say, what a phenomenal debut album Marquee Moon is – an album that delivered so much and … promised so much for the future, but get this, I put it to you that never has a band promised so much from a debut album yet failed to follow it up so spectactularly. Everything that followed Marquee Moon was second rate, third rate twaddle.
Ok Stone Roses first album fans may be screaming – Second Coming anyone? And I may have to doff my cap to you on that.
Now, I have a bone to pick on you guys. Well, not you actually cos you are actually reading this, but a number of my readers who are, well, not reading anymore. I know my recent posts have been a bit mundane, a bit lacking in excitement, lacking in blood and gore, euphoria and disappointment – I am fast becoming an ordinary person (see yesterday’s post) who once had a liver transplant but who has nothing further of interest to report.
You are like Grand Prix spectators that’s what you are. Formula 1 is dreadfully boring – unless there are spectactular crashes. As it’s live, it gets great audiences cos we wouldn’t want to miss seeing the cars flying through the air and landing on the roll-bar and rolling 50 times into oncoming traffic.
Well get this gore fans. Tomorrow I have an ERCP. That stands for … eh… stands for eh… Endoscopy. So tomorrow I have to go to the hospital where they will stick this tube down my throat and then, bizarrely, disconnect the bile-bag I have been attached to since my operation. Endoscopies are not pleasant, gore fans – you’ll like it – there will be gagging, discomfort, much drowsiness – maybe enough to bring some of you back.
So, there you have it – tell all your friends there is a chance of trauma tomorrow.