Boogie Nights

Today I was wished a "funky weekend" by someone. Alas, I fear my weekend is going to be decidely un-funky. I fear the lack of funkyness may be entire. So unfunky in fact, that there is a compete lack of guitars without a '70's wah-wah pedal concept around here, and Isaac Hayes wouldn't go near my weekend with a fifteen foot glittery pole, even with chocolate salty balls impaled on the end. Coz I'm gonna be working nights through all of it.

Wah......

And again, I say Wah !

But no pedal.

Last night's was a twelve hour shift, it's rare that we actually program those into the line up as it were, rather than extend from an ordinary one but there you go, this time we did. And a vicious bugger it was too... quiet to the extreme, spent hiding in the dark waiting for something to happen that never did, which really pushes the boundaries of wakeiness; I refuse these days to have anything to do with the extreme caffene abuse that used to keep me going in these circumstances. Struggled through to the worst time, 3am. After that things pick up, but because of how the previous day had worked out, by the time I got home I'd been up for 25 hours, and it's difficult to reclaim that much sleep during daylight. True to form, up and awake by 12 mid-day.

The mile-eater is in the workshop. This is no big hassle, just means it's a few days until I can get out there and play again. The rear tyre needs replacing.... which means, because I'm true to my plans and ideas, that because the wheel's coming off that I have it stripped and repainted at the same time. There's ten years and five winters worth of salt damage to the origional finish and frankly it's looking a little tatty. Here goes the start of rebeautifying my bike. Spent Wednesday with a large bottle of parafin (HOW difficult is that stuff to find.... took three villages before I found any) a selelection of plastic and steel brushes, rags and a ton of elbow grease before my drive chain no longer resembled a dirty, corroding piece of crap, and in fact looked like the engineering marvel that it is. Yay! Been paying the oil spill on the drive the attention of a bottle of detergent and the power washer. So as well as the bike coming back on line, and I can't wait boys and girls... got a trip itinery already forming... backlogged jobs are getting done. Hmmm. This is all too organised. Something has to go wrong.