Music In Our Mess-Age

Not that anyone outside of Bournemouth will really give a shit about this (and do I have any readers inside Bournemouth? Do I have any fucking readers at all?), but 3rd November sees the kind of line-up that would have Lazarus clambering forth to partake of possess The Gander for its relaunch. That means no more forays into the wild wastelands of Eastern Poole to The Central (no-one has any idea what I'm talking about, do they?), except maybe to attend interviews for jobs I'm not going to get. Since the majority of my friends have physically disappeared to various corners of the country to pursue whatever ill-advised half-arsed academic line they wish to, I guess this is the only thing I have left, apart from my increasingly hermetic pursuits (currently reading Pride And Prejudice, Touching From A Distance and Dave Gorman's Googlewhack Adventure), and the constant task of keeping mental illness at bay, and limbs from freezing, as winter closes in. Wonderful. Excuse me if I sound a bit bitter, it's only because I AM.