Hangover

The guys came over to jam last night.  2-30 packs of Keystone and 2 bottles of wine between us.  And a visit from Aunt Flo.  I feel rather ill. 

Got about two hours down on tape.  Danny wanted to do 'Necromancer' from Carress of Steel - no way an open mic crowd is going to sit through twenty minutes of Necromancer.  Maybe at a more formal gig, but he just wants to do an open mic night.  Dan doesn't sing, Scott is alright, but sings more Disturbed type stuff, and William sings too high for Geddy.  Did do some rocking covers of Triumph tunes that were in William's range.  He's a little out of control, but with some warm up he should be able to go low enough to hit those notes.  Got messed up and ended up singing along to Afroman.  Chicken noises and all.  Fuck, we were so plastered. 

Went to bed at around one, and woke up at 4am with horrid cramps.  Thank you, who ever designed the female body!  I was hung over, crampy, dehydrated, negative on sleep, didn't get any, and cold.

Saw the kids today.  Tanya and I talked about worms and slugs and looked through fishing magazines.  She really needs a ZooBooks subscript for XMas.  And an ant farm. 

Got a copy of Eddie Van Halen's porno video he did.  OMG, effin' hot!  He's all sweaty and gasmic and stringy. 

( Sacred Sin caps )

I have got to knuckle down and write back to my grandma. Grr.. I've just got to!

Steve Clark

Remember Steve Clark, the guy from Def Leppard who drank himself to death?

Apparently I've had this piccie for years and never noticed.  Here's the copped version:


And yes, from the cut I'm assuming you can tell it goes all the way down.  And it's lovely.

So here's the side by side with a confirmed Steve piccie.



Lisa would shit herself.