those tentative first steps

James has encouraged me to do this on a couple of occasions, and the other day Sam did the same. I have no idea how much of my nonsense is going to appear here or where it's all going to go. Right now I'm not even interested - it's Friday, 1830 and my lady done gone left me for Minorca so I'm sat at work making use of the internet, postponing the inevitable.

I think there might be some working on lyrics going on. I've got 6 new songs to work on with Dom & Sam and 5 of them need lyrics. There's something floating around in my mind about a man, his stripper girlfriend and his mysoginist father - sort of a rumination on beauty as a commodity.

My ability to touch-type should lend itself to a load of steam-of-consciousness cobblers in the very least.