Ooh I do love a good gig. We went out last night to see our friend play and both came home feeling really itchy and in need of a project. The Adrenaline Junkie has been playing guitar all day and I've spent most of the day thinking about accordian players. I told him that if I get a promotion he can switch to working part time and get out there. How good am I? I'd love it if someone said that to me but truthfully I don't think I have sufficient aggression to push myself to the front of the creativity queue.
I've finally decided I can no longer fight my European designer addiction. I feel a Rundholz moment coming on, followed swiftly by a Hebbeding moment. Actually, perhaps he better carry on working full time.