My computer is back. It was waiting for me outside my back door in a very heavy red box when I got home, and the people across the road were laughing at me while I tried to get it inside. In the rain. Thankyou.
It's been very weird not having it. I felt like I had nothing to do, it is so lame that when something like a COMPUTER goes missing you feel lack of purpose. And now I have got it back I can't remember why I missed it.
Well then what has happened. Sod all. I have sat at home making loops on my keyboard and that is basically all.
Oh, I tell a lie - I saw Patrick Wolf on a sunday that occured...sometime. In November. The 25th. But I don't know how many days/weeks ago that was. In the time it took to type that I probably could have worked that out and told you. Oh well. But yeah - Patrick Wolf at The Lowry (that place has such a bizarre colour scheme - the theatre I was in was all pink). It was amazing, and I got completely crushed in the mosh pit...yes I am lying through my teeth (or fingers). It was brilliant, but not in the way that everyone was dancing and attempting a stage invasion to pull out his hair and steal his violin. I was well aware it would be "acoustic, reflective and quiet" (myspace), but that suited me fine. It was a really beautiful set, and if I carry on describing it the whole thing will sound all soppy and pathetic. But yeah, fantastic.
This is probably going to sound very bizarre, but I always get post-gig depression. Seriously, once a gig is over I get really upset, but not in the "noooo it cant be over do an encore" way, in the "oooh I have nothing fun going on and I have nothing to look forward to now it's over and I can never get it back" way.

Grim.