Love is: A Fancy Coffee Machine

Last night I went to see another producer. This time in London. He's a friend of the Impish Sister and a really nice guy, His flat was one of the nicest I've seen for ages. He was also in possession of a really fancy coffee machine and a lovely, lovely fiancée. Actually that was the only slight down side, they were so in love and happy it made me feel firstly a bit sick, and then predominantly bitter. I walked out of there with the firm conviction that all my relationships have been absolutely wank and nobody will ever love me like they love each other. Because I have too many issues, am a bad person and cannot sew for shit. Then I thought that perhaps I was just a bit sad at not having constant access to a really fancy coffee machine and a bathroom with really fancy products in it. So I went to Sainsbury's and got myself a ham sandwich, which cheered me immensely.

On the music front, though, it was ace. I took with me some of the stuff I have been writing and we had a good chat about where it could all go, then started work. About an hour later we had about fifteen seconds of something that is more of a guide than anything else, but nevertheless is a starting point. He is going to send the mp3 of it through to me today so I can start thinking about where I want it to go from there. I will work on it for a week, put some more vocals on it, decide a direction for the verse and take it back to him. It was also nice to be able to spend an hour at the studio (in a beautiful flat overlooking the whole of London) and then come home and work on it some more on my own.

In other good news, my iPod has started working again.

In bad news, I have lost my camera, so I will no longer be able to take photos of myself in pub toilets and put them on the Internet.

Also next week is Valentine's Day. I am hoping somebody buys me that flower from the Eden Project that smells like a rotting corpse. It would just seem so appropriate somehow.