Friday, 20 January 2012
Man Flu, the curse of Men. And the Brother of the Ghost Writer
Sadly I am suffering the awful effects of Man Flu, Yes the curse of all men because women don’t get man Flu like men do, I think it is because we are men although mum has said WIMP and IDIOT. Dad says he understands; it was Man Flu that was the reason that the shelves ended up on the skew in the utility room and the cats now linger down hill on the off chance that the odd tin of cat food will roll their way.
The cats are still hiding after the game with the large inflated balloon, I warned them no claws but did they listen. Well not after the big bang.
The Ghost Writer has man flu too he was saying he was talking to his brother today. That might sound fairly normal but his brother does a lot of wandering about in narrow streets in
with a piano and no body knows his name, he is simply know as Pianolito. The Ghost Writer Brother has been has been scurrying about in the narrow streets of Barcelona for years playing pianos, saxophones, violins, lutes, guitars, harps and all sorts of other stuff. And although I play African punk djembe and guitar the Ghost Writers brother says he would never play along with me because as he technically said about my playing IT IS absolutely awful rubbish and sounds like a cat wailing, waiting for a tin of food to fall off a shelf fitted on the skew by a man with man flu. Mum said I AGREE …. …… ….. …… …… ? Barcelona
The Sound quality is rubbish but this is the brother of the Ghost Writer