Sunday Afternoons

Sunday afternoons here usually consist of a trip to Wetherspoons with Katy and Matt, sometimes Anthony, Darren and Hannah, sometimes others. Followed by a walk along the river in search of a coffee shop. I like to think it's more about the journey than the destination, but thirst can often get the better of me. No such luck today, which in a way is a good thing as I can't really afford a meal out, but it's something to do I suppose, not to mention great company. So instead, I've started reading 'The Big Sleep' by Raymond Chandler, (expect a review by the end of the week) and I plan on tidying my room some more, then possibly writing another music review in the evening. If you're lucky! But I need the practice so I probably will. But yes, I've started reading 'The Big Sleep' and it has a much better beginning than 'Loitering with Intent'. I'm only on chapter two but I can appreciate the difference. I have until Thursday to read it, but it's 251 pages, ouch. So I really ought to be reading rather than blogging, but I can't fight the newly recovered addiction. I really fancy some orange squash, but that involves going to the kitchen to get water and ice, (ice is a necessity with everything as you will come to know) and a glass. I really miss my guitar. This is why I need to live with the girls so I can use Yaz's. I'm contemplating bringing mine down after reading week, but I don't want it to get damaged. But I'm aching for chords and riffs and music. So I think it's a must.