This post technically is fraud

Those of you who follow me religiously on twitter may will know that I spend an awful amount of time effort on my blogging. In fact, this has been the source of some discomfort. Those of you following me on twitter will also know that a recent effort of mine wasn't quite worth the effort. Namely my many, long hours off hard typing was written off.
Probably the best blog ever to be written by me,  I'll have a go at paraphrasing it;
I saw Deathrap. It was absolutely fantastic. Any one in the world should go and see it themselves. I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I then went on to saying in specific and varied detail why it was brilliant (One hour's worth, in fact). The thing is, I don't have enough time to spend on this blog. In other words: EFFORT.


I also said something similar to this:

Another, rather less predictable concert/outing which I've recently been to was to see my dad sing backing vocals for a Neil Young tribute act.
Groan? oddly, the answer is no.
Yes I was yawning and listening to songs which I wouldn't ever do under normal circumstances, but it simply worked.
If any of you disagree with me, give pay him a visit yourself. My dad will be repeating his experience soon- along with other bands, just to balance the mood out- and YOU should go.
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Due to popular demand

I'd like to begin this post with an apology. I do feel that the word 'daily' has been used to misguide my audience, a tad.

Hey ho, hey ho. 

So. Jamie, although not particularly manly, does occasionally visit the odd party. Some such  parties can be described as 'awful', meaning that he simply had to 'drink loads'.  

Some of you may be oblivious to this fact, but drinking can cause a lack memory. This loss is the explanation for today's photo. When I asked my brother why he had a sign saying 'Thank you for calling. Please call again' under his desk, the most clear response was ' dunno, drunk?'. 

Of course, I wouldn't like to give you any false pretensions regarding him, as he usually opts to drinking earl grey tea, rather than Guinness. 

If there are any wonders as to why he has a broken section of  guitar to accompany the sign, his friend took the guitar to the party. The possibly un-planned result was Jamie having the idea of using the guitar as a door handle. Something which as of yet hasn't been carried out.

This hasn't been my only blog-able experience throughout the weeks, I've simply been scared of losing my fans. Fans who, by the way, I do have. 

After posting my last two accounts of the daily ramble, I was delighted to be '@'ed (work it out for yourself) by 'nattaascha'. I wouldn't suggest you click on my accidental hyper-link, unless you enjoy organising to meet people who you most certainly won't.

Still, at least one highly in-ethical person over the internet is aware of my workings.

P.S I'm now a cockney, in my drama class.