Got lost in a whirlwind-rapid-tale/party-through every & all music that I'm remotely interested in (& various traces of hardcore psychedelics that I quickly forgot I'd ingested) which resulted in chucking a Macbook towards Dragon that had music on it. No in general. AW MUSIC. Refined. Distilled.
Best 400 odd years of musical life. Thought I'd actually had the best party fucking going that boiled it all down to one pinnacle of fucking....it! Nailed it right at the fucking end with an old dog rested at my feet. Done it. Fucking outstanding.
Best of it was.... Dragon wisnae even fucking there! & I've not even got dog. Snapped back to reality with hailstones tanning my windaes on Glasgow Road. Cheers reality. Thanks a FUCKING lot ya wank.
See if I just had a fucking dog to look up at me there just so I knew that he knew that it had fucking happened & he'd seen the lot, it would have been fucking great but naw. FUCKING NAW. A GOLDFISH JUST DISNAE CUT IT.
Gutted