Now it's a funny thing
I love doing this.

Three years now (six times) I've run the bric-a-brac selling other people's rubbish.
As Foxx describes, there is indeed treasure in trash.
Quieter today, and its not generally the stuff people want at this time of year, but fun nonetheless and always a good opportunity to catch up with people and compliment them on stunning new hairstyles (looking sooooo good, Rachel !)
F and A spent all aftrnoon running the "Guess the name of teh teddy" and auctioning a signed Saints pennant (they got a tenner, so top draw girls!) and they helped set up and clear away, so now onder there were tears before bedtime earlier.

There will be for me too, at least figuratively speaking.
Not only did I happen to sit opposite the very gorgeous Emma B at CB's party this evening discussing her philosophy and textiles course at college (interesting combination) while trying to keep my eyes on her face
but we were being served drinks and nibbles by those three Czech students who drift in and out of focus every now and again with a soft click.
Maybe this is why Bundy hosts them every summer and I don't even like to think about it...

Feedback on my negative review is not good. I've upset people.
For goodness sake, it's just an album - not liking it much and saying so is hardly heresy!! We are kidding ourselves if we insist that absolutely every bleep and whistle by any artist is a work of genius. They have off days, and Foxx is being put through the mill at the moment by pushy managers and people with big egos and personal agendas.
It will all be gone in six months time, but why why why is there going to be an album of "other" songs released next week??
Surely, if they weren't deemed good enough by John and Louis to go on From Trash, then they hardly make up another best seller.
Having said that of course, its another must have for all us fans and collectors, but that doesn't make it a sublime work of transcendental brilliance.

Bad attitude
No gratitude

They always come
They always come
From trash…

How can you bring £150 worth of shopping in from the car quietly?
I've managed to wake Nora "Baggins" up with my rustling of carrier bags and shuffling of feet, shutting of cupboards and dropping of things.

Which means Trx has woken up too, which means less than things are not for grooviness…

And I promised myself that when the internet connection was fixed up after the Crash and Burn of a fortnight ago I wouldn't spend hours and hours wasting time on it.
So what have I been doing since 10 o'clock?
My excuse is catching up on emails.

It's been an interesting and refreshing exercise ringing people up though, rather than relying on this impersonal way of communicating. I hope I can keep it.
Seems people have voices, and sounds come from their heads accompanied by expressions on their faces.
It's a whole new language. Might catch on.
And you get an infinite number of messages per month, all free and socio-economically safe.

John's new album is still crap though, which is a massive disappointment and won't win me any new friends. Or him, either.
Mind you, he has 4,700 on myshite.

Friends that he's never even heard of.
How does that work?

Oooh, thanks for the add. It's really cool to have someone like you on my list.
I see THERE's the point.

Cynical. Me? Ooops.
Still, everyone's entitled to my opinion