Almost managed to be late on another one of these – I sat down to start my scribbling after the Charlotte had been put to bed and her mother went out – cue 3 hrs of screaming. I swear if her head had started rotating through 360° I wouldn’t have been surprised. She’s finally asleep, so I can get on it.
Anyway, number 27 ‘eh – lets hope the Three on a Thursday series isn’t going to OD or choke on vomit in it’s sleep.
It’s that time of the week again, Ladies and Gentleman of the (Jukebox) Jury, where I intend to show you three tunes so heinously brilliant, showing such twisted genius that you’ll be forced to agree that anyone who doesn’t enjoy them should be first against the wall when the revolution comes.