rstarkey

Only 3 that I don't like much about meself? Christ.

Lets start with like- get the challenge out the way, yeah? *wry smile*

I Like...

hmm..

well, I'm rather funny. Normally by mistake, but it still counts then?

I'm pretty damn good a drummer. 'Specially considerin' I'm playing backwards basically.

And I've always stuck with mates. No matter what 'appens, I have stuck, will continue sticking, with them.

What I don't like

I've essentially no formal education

I mix up idioms and phrases all the time. 'Cause of the first, I suppose.

And let's face it-I 'm not the most handsome man ever to walk this planet. Grey streak, short, biggest nose this side of the Mersey river- yeah, right looker I am.

Does life count as a teacher? 'Cause else wise, none. I dropped out at fifteen, and was several years behind then.  Life has taught me more 'en any ol' teacher could. Life taught me early that it really isn't all that bad. That is, yeah, shite gets tough, but at least I'm alive to feel it. And this thought peeks its little head through 'most daily but especially after a really sulky or tough day .

Well, since when I was a kid it wasn't in fashion or what-have-you to have your parents with you when you were in hospital,plus me mum had to work  to just keep a roof over our heads, since me dad had long since left,   and I was left mostly alone save for doctors and nurses or other sickly children when I was conscious enough to notice or care, I kind of have a fondness for other people now. A good mate( or you know, more than a mate ^_-)  will do the trick, s'long as 's'not contagious. If it's contagious then I wouldn't want anybody to catch it so I'll suffer on alone.

And it depends on if I can go to work. If I can, I will.  Nothing can be said of me not having a good work ethic. I'll work til I can't anymore . And I mean literally until me own body says enough muckin' about. And I end up collapsing during a photo shoot- not me finest moment, I'm sure.

LJ likes to mess with me, don't it?

Men, okay. We are far bigger cheats....especially those of us who would love to be allowed to just be with someone but can't because society says we can't and the law enforces the same.

It's not justifying it, it's just sort of saying why?

I dunno, I don't think any of us set out at the start to hurt someone.

But we are just more likely to cheat.

*shakes head*

And of course I believe in marriage- I just think both parties would be better off if they didn't rush into getting married.

Last I checked, none of us set out to do this to cause 'epileptic fits', or other dangers but just came across some stiff in Ohio talkin' 'bout all the trouble we managed to cause in our concert there in '64.


And what does he mean "Not a prude"- he's the very essence of one. We just set out to play. Not our fault the little birds can't control themselves.

Seems like a bit extreme, don't you think? Only those two options.  Why not curious or somethin' of the sort. Or open-minded.

After all, it does seem a bit daft to assume we're the only intellegent planet. All the cosmos and what-have-you, surely there is some other planet out there with life.

Maybe they get curious too.

Alright, I had to bite this one. Seeing as other than drums and what some generously call a 'unique' playing technique , the only other thing that "looms large in [my] legend"  is illness it was highly appropriate.

The best remedy is one the oldest in the world- alcohol. Whatever happens to be handy. Wine works pretty well but Scotch is the ultimate kicker. Then a good night's rest- alone or with my wife or possibly one of my mates- (a doe-eyed bassist  works especially well).

This is all assuming the cold doesn't turn worse on me- which it very well might.