Ooooh, am all hot and bothered. Have just been running round town in the rain trying to get the White Stripes new album. Very naughty of me, as I am:

A)Skint

and

B) In charge today cos my manager has decided to reduce his hours to a four day week.

However, this behaviour is justified as I’m completely obsessed with the Holly Golightly song, which I have heard only once. It is the sweetest thing ever. None of my favourite record shops have got it though, and I’ll be buggered if I’m going into HMV, Virgin or any of those other bastard enterprises. Oh no, and it’s Candybox tomorrow and I’ve got the money for the album burning away in my pocket. I bet I piss it away. Just think…………

1 x copy of Elephant : 12 Whiskies in Candybox.

Hmmmm……Perhaps I’ll give it to Boo as she’s not coming out. I think I’d better, for mine and everybody else’s safety. Anyway, I have to go now as I’ve got a very demanding and passionate Flamenco dancer coming in to rehearse on our stage at four. I think she may be slightly disappointed as the ‘stage’ is actually a couple of old oak tabletops that I have cunningly pushed together on the floor in manner of proper staging. Oh, the glamour of working in the arts……….