Anyone at all surprised? No, thought not.  While you sit, either in your office skiving off work or in your dark basements wanking yourselves blind to internet porn, I am down somewhere in the South-ish of England at the End of the Road Festival, enjoying tunes all by myself.  All by myself?  Well yes, for the scurrilous Mrs. Toad has fled to Australia on the work shilling and will not be accompanying me, so I am going solo.  I have an interview or two lined up, which should be nice, and I am planning to share a pint with a certain Growling Gentleman, so I will be entertained, but I guess for the most part I shall be enjoying my own company.

This is not, contrary to appearances, a plea for sympathy.  Mrs. Toad and I spent the first two and a half years of our relationship 400 miles apart so, although we are less used to it these days, this is not something that we will find traumatic.  In fact it’s quite pleasant really, pottering about by yourself in peace, reading books and going to whatever things catch your fancy.  And there’s always the fact that I am sure the Growls will not necessarily want a drunken lush hanging around them all weekend and swearing at their newborn to consider.

The really stupid thing I was alluding to is the fact that I have failed to take Monday off work.  I am a retard.  The last gig I want to see at EotR is The Twilight Sad who are playing until 1.45am on Monday, with DJs carrying on until three.  Somewhere near Salisbury.  I then have to be at work in Edinburgh by nine, and we are hugely busy on a very important project and it is way too late to ask for more time off, and it is at least a seven hour drive even if done irresponsibly fast.  This has not been well planned really, has it.

Eels – Woman Driving, Man Sleeping
The Men They Couldn’t Hang – Map of Morocco
Boyz II Men – End of the Road Haha – oh yes I have – take that you bastards!