Some Unhelpful Thoughts

Today was quite eventful really. I traveled all the way South of the river to see Naddy and Neek, who had found themselves a miniature beach and were declaring their love for each other via the medium of sand. It was quite sweet.

Then we walked all along the river, pretending we knew where we were going, until we reached Blackfriar bridge, and saw someone who looked like they might know the person we were looking for. He did. His name was Ebe, and he was friends with Patrick Wolf.

There were only about a dozen Patrick Wolf fans there, and he lead us under the bridge, and he and Ebe set up a few small instruments, and then busked away happily for us and the general public. It was awesome. He played some of my favourite songs, and a man complained at us for disturbing the peace. I said he was oppressing our rights to express ourselves through the medium of art and music. Neek said I should be a layer. Naddy had lost the ability to speak due to being so close to Patrick Wolf.

There was fan gushiness, and laughs. And Naddy got her chance to impress Mr Wolf and make him like her, and ended up talking about Celine Dion and skat, but that's just part of her charm.

I stole Neek's jacket.