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Another crazy... week, really. I went along to a mate's gig last Saturday and then to see the Police with his dad on Sunday, and it looks like I've become part of his promotions company, inevitably promoting the band. The band have their strengths and weaknesses, but mostly I like where they're going and I love the members. I mean, love them. They can all be twats but I want to stand by them all in spite of it and help them be the best they can be. Apparently the drummer's fucking an SG, funnily enough. Not sure which, and I don't really care-- it'd probably weird me out to see his fuck buddy naked anyway.
I've been to 3 of their gigs in a week now and I love their stuff. None of them like each other's taste in music, but each of them are working out what works for other people and they're fusing it all together into awesome, interesting, varied music which has power and soul. Mordecai --check them out.
Unfortunately, some of their girlie friends are pretty hot. Young (younger than me, anyway) but still hot. As I left the pub last night, one of their friends/groupies hugged me goodbye and I could tell that she was mine if I wanted her. I need to go to America next week. It's been so long since I saw Mrs. Lego. I was expecting this summer to be such a long hard slog, but actually it's zipped by really quickly. Consequently, I've suddenly realised over the last few weeks that if I don't see her soon, things are going to get messy. I'm glad I only realised this now and not a few months ago.

In other news, I bought a friend of mine's teenage daughter an alcoholic drink this evening. If I'd known quite how young she was, perhaps I wouldn't have bought it. I felt bad, so I confessed to her dad and she was totally cool about it. Gotta love musicians.