I'm sure I did this last weekend...

Of course, the first night in ages where a number of inwardly facing not-normally-go-out friends talk about visiting the Hell-that-is-Edwards I'm away...

Here I am, at a Royal Mail Consignia Royal Mail Training Centre adjoining the M6, learning how to be a better manager. Except we're actually roleplaying. In the sense that I'm currently roleplaying a Sales & Marketing Exec for an Ice Cream company. Marketing is an area where I don't feel very comfortable, being a naturally honest person. (No offence to harryh who helps keep me sane).

Unfortunately this means no sneaking behind the tutor, leaping out and shouting "Quad". Oh well.

Next week seems to be turning into the chance to do a gig every night, which might be do-able but is more likely to increase stress levels, and I must sort out my existing backlog - though now I have almost 1TB of storage in my PC there are less excuses not get onto it.

If anyone is interested in stalking me (go on, you know you want to) next week is turning into (half confirmed/half aspirational):

• Monday: Subways, Birmingham with lupercal


• Tuesday: Einsturzende Neubauten, London


• Wednesday: Manic Street Preachers, Wolverhampton


• Thursday: British Sea Power, Birmingham with immerwahr


• Friday: Edwards with berrega


• Saturday: Nightmare, Nottingham

But invitation of the week has been from hepstar to Coombefest which sounds like an amusing diversion for later in the summer.

Now, I must buy some sandals for the almost-finished Odyssey character, and persuade smittumi to let me help him with a flyer. Then prepare for the shock to the bank account that is a car service on Monday.