I’m doing my entry today to get us slowly back on to Monday blogging. Plus it has the advantage of meaning I only six days to cover, although news is very scant here once again this week. First off, a quick work round-up: we’re in end-game with Dad’s new site and should be ready to go live with it any day now. We’re both pleased with our respective efforts on it and are hopeful it will reduce Dad’s admin/dealing-with-morons time. I’m also making good progress on my metalwork site which too will be done before long. Next up will be finishing the logistics website and then there’s another for our crazy entrepreneur clients just around the corner.
It’s still very mild here for the time of year, but January was apparently a record-breaker in terms of rainfall and with no end in sight, the drizzle is becoming very tedious now. Far worse though are the cats who are thoroughly fed up and in need of exercise. Smeagol looks a bit like a python that’s swallowed a football with his big round Buddha belly. Louis at least will go out at night (often returning drenched to dry off on our bed) but the Smoo is having none of it, and is in a perpetually foul mood to boot.
Barring Musique en Herbe on Friday, we didn’t do any socialising this weekend, so I suppose I shall jump straight on to the rehearsal. We got there a few mins early so we could break the news of the 70’s night being cancelled to Alain. He took it mostly ok, but did protest to begin with. He was adamant we had sufficient time to prepare for it and the other upcoming gigs as well but we managed to get him to back down. I think our case was helped by the fact that 2 hours later we’d only succeeded in practising 3 songs, and they were all very ropey. So with only 15 practises to go, simple maths says it ain’t gonna happen.
Anyway, knowing we’d gotten out of the 70s night made the prospect of preparing for the remaining concert more palatable and all told it wasn’t a terrible practise. Before we get too comfortable though, Matt noticed today that Alain has just posted something about an 80’s themed gig in Périgueux in early March – at which Musique en Herbe are apparently playing. Words fail me at this point. Needless to say we’re not touching that one with a barge pole. The man is a menace…
Right I think that’s all I have to recount – short indeed! Oh yes, my entry title. It’s a line from Bowie’s last album. I’ve been thinking for a long time I wanted a Bowie-themed tattoo, but since he died it became more pressing for me. His new album artwork struck me as the perfect design: it was after all his farewell gift to us. I was tempted to do it when we were down in Bordeaux but eventually decided that guitar modifications and citizenship interviews were perhaps enough excitement as it was, so I opted to wait.
When we got back home, I found 4 tattoo studios in the Périgueux area and emailed them all. Two didn’t bothering answering at all, and one curtly wrote back to say that I’d get no information from them until I physically came to see them. It was starting to look like it might have to wait for our next trip to Bordeaux when a week or so later, I received a phone call from the 4th studio, run by a very lovely woman called Myriam. Her price was reasonable so I booked an appointment, which was this afternoon. It all went very well indeed and I’m very pleased with the result. It may even turn into a business lead too, as her current website is awful and the designers/perpetrators are ripping her off something fierce with spurious maintenance fees.
So anyway, there you go: Bowie will always be with me now.