Thursday 30 September 2004

White Russian Throat

Despite appearing fine while quaffing cocktails with ladies around him, like some sort of low rent playboy in Gong last night, Fizzy has developed 'a sore throat.' I'm pleased he's no' in work as I can happily play Elliott Smith mp3s all afternoon without him gurning. "I'm glad he's deed...his voice is going right through me...I didn't think it was possible for him to be more lo-fi..."

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