Dom's Rambles
Part of Down & Out in Sheffield & LincolnTuesday, January 29, 2008
BLOODY HELL!
STOP PRESS: After sticking up that last post I decided to check my e-mail before my pre-bedtime anger management session, applying some Salvon to my nauticals and calling it a night.
Chris 'Mad Dog' Oxley (Danny O in the story) has just checked in - and it seems he's living in Texas of all places - the mind boggles!
More on this late breaking story tomorrow when I'm not quite so worn out.
Tim's Tayma Photos.
Many thanks to Tim 'The Hammer' Hall for the following shots (apparently there are more on the way, just as soon as he can be bothered to look them out - including some ultra rare Mk1 Lovechild live photos).
Anyway, here are some pics of Tim's old band Tayma - it doesn't take a genius to work out what I called them in the main story. 
This lot were from the period in mid to late 1991 when I joined the band as a temporary/stand-in bassist and were taken down at the Whisby Road lock-ups where just about every Lincoln combo had a rented rehearsal room. Even if I do say so myself, I think I look remarkably cool in these pictures (in a period sense of course)!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
A Quick Progress Report
I meant to put aside most of last Sunday to finish off the next big (9,000+ words) addition to the main site. This is a kind of addendum to the Down & Out… story detailing one major plot line I originally decided to omit and which I've managed to nicely segue into an account of the recent confrontation I had with a corpulent, hideously ugly, monosyllabic local wife-beater. Once this is done and dusted it will hopefully clear the mental decks enough for me to be able to polish off the last two chapters.
Unfortunately my chronic insomnia has returned during the post Yuletide period and having spent most of the previous night awake and tossing fitfully I spent Sunday in a languid stupor, too woozy to manage anything more intellectually demanding than lounging around watching Bo Selecta DVDs (being such a martyr to my craft, I refuse to resort to medication in case it takes the edge off my creativity). Hopefully it will be done by the end of this coming weekend.
In other news, since the last but one post went up, about a third of the hits the site receives now come from people doing searches for naughty pictures of Honeysuckle Weeks.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Thank God That's All Over For Another Year!
I woke up with a whacking hangover at three this afternoon - and with serious gaps in my memory of last night - it’s going to take me until at least March to recover financially, I daren’t even look at my bank balance and the stress of it all has sent my Chalfonts into agonising meltdown.
Still, at least The Boy was over the moon about his shiny new sound system which, I have to admit, made me feel all warm inside (even if I had to find out via his MSN display notes – he’s his father’s son when it comes to masking his real feelings, absolutely no doubt about that).
In website news I’ve amended chapter 8 in the light of new information about the infamous blood-filled syringe and photo incident and have toned down a couple of minor rants. I’ve also cut most of the spiel regarding the character I called Gary Evans. This will now feature at some later date in an essay dedicated to the guy which will include a full description of his legendary July 1982 party at which so many people turned up that it was physically impossible to fit them all in the house (someone got so tired of waiting in the toilet queue that they hopped over the garden fence and did a poo in a plant pot in the neighbour’s greenhouse).
Still, at least The Boy was over the moon about his shiny new sound system which, I have to admit, made me feel all warm inside (even if I had to find out via his MSN display notes – he’s his father’s son when it comes to masking his real feelings, absolutely no doubt about that).
In website news I’ve amended chapter 8 in the light of new information about the infamous blood-filled syringe and photo incident and have toned down a couple of minor rants. I’ve also cut most of the spiel regarding the character I called Gary Evans. This will now feature at some later date in an essay dedicated to the guy which will include a full description of his legendary July 1982 party at which so many people turned up that it was physically impossible to fit them all in the house (someone got so tired of waiting in the toilet queue that they hopped over the garden fence and did a poo in a plant pot in the neighbour’s greenhouse).
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