Rue Des Cygnes, Your Blue Room...

Progress is slow, but steady, steadily slow. I feel like messing things up again so that I can get the momentum back again. I have decided, though, that whether this thing works or not, when I finish writing all about Mr Pidd, things are going to change. I fancy a bit of travel to places I have never been, nor ever thought about visiting. I've hit, to borrow from The Lips, I think I've hit a psychic wall, and no, I am not changing my name to Patrick.

Again, something that has nothing to do with "Yesterday Is Another Day", but I went to see the Archdrude last night, at the wonderful Bristol Academy. Man that guy knows how to be a rock star, without the pretensions or the cliches. Just now got to wait patiently for The Flaming Lips! 61 days to go...



So, where is Stuart now? I am sure you are asking as I type. Well, he is on the way back from Calais after setting fire to The Lady's car, buying cheese and some sheap red wine. He also hopes that he has pissed off the Superior Beings enough, but not too much. He still don't know what the consequences would/will be. But he don't care anymore, he is doing what he wants and I am starting to realise the auto-biographical slant on all of this.

So, to the King Of Chaos!

Yknaaa!