Monday, July 17, 2006

The Mystery of the Missing Guitar

Sorry I missed you Sunday, squiddly winks
I flew into Sydney last night and stood forlornly as the last of the luggage was claimed from the airport carousel.
where, oh where, was the Danelectro?

Managed to get it back today, much to my relief. moral of the story?

never trust your flying V to the flying kangaroo…
they don't give a flying f-ck


Blogger Unrelenting Tedium said...

This is sad news indeed. A happy ending in the tail mind you. Sounds like some baggage handlers need a little time in the Guitar Gulag.
Despite the misunderstanding all was not lost on Sunday. Paddy and I tried to write a song together for the first time but came to nothing other than some cool riffs. Thoughts of what might have been were pondered over toasted cheese (designed to maximise our womanly health so Paddy told me) and some beer that Paddy had been gifted in return for his deep caresses the day before.
As Ween once said "There shall be much rock" shortly.

17/7/06 22:22  
Blogger silky-D said...

I hear he puts the dish into swedish massage.

17/7/06 23:19  
Blogger Unrelenting Tedium said...

Well only Crafty could comment with authority and he is too gutless to post in the heat of this blog. We burn a hot fire here, it melts down all concealments and I am afraid it looks as if the silent birthday boy has been found out.

17/7/06 23:26  

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