Textures

After yesterday’s series of unfortunate events with the dog being ill and .mini minx having a squitty bum. I felt that Sunday; the traditional day of rest would be a peaceful one. Wifey was up and ready for work giving mini minx a nice cuddle. I took over with cuddling duties just in time to be bathed in sick......what is it with me and puke this weekend!!!!!!!!!! I will be spending the rest of the day nursing my little angel back to fitness. It’s funny isn’t it anybody else deposits the contents of their stomach down you ...and they get chinned .Your nearest and dearest especially your children and it isn’t a problem. Then of course there is the obligatory blow by blow account of turd and sick textures on the phone to Wifey and Mother Dearest as they enquire regarding the younglings of the family.

I actually managed to wake up Chippy this morning phoning him on his mobi..... he complained he had a hard night last night. After checking there was no one there next to him (long shot I know........ but hey after a couple of pints even Chippy may become attractive to some women...!!!) He received Wifey’s E-mails with his chords he needs to play and is raring to step on to the ladder which can only lead to superstardom. He too got the run down regarding textures which when you are hung over and just about to go and watch your footie team be humiliated by the Premiership champions in the cup is not a good thing. I could just imagine him lying on the bed provocatively displaying orange Y fronts with white trim, unshaven ,hair all over the place, mouth like the bottom of a budgies cage, head pounding like Dom’s drum.......(which ain’t that loud cos he hasn’t got one ) listening to how pleased I was that mini minx has managed to do a hard poo! and how yesterday’s offerings looked like that sand coloured coconut type curry you get from the local tandoori. But back to the music..................

The band will hopefully line up as follows

SJ
Vocals, tambourine, wiggling and incidental dancing, copious amounts of alcohol and giggling and talking to imaginary friends.

Wifey
Lead and acoustic guitars, saxophone, clarinet, piano accordion keyboards backing
vocals ,mandolin ,mandolin banjo and anything else she decides to play.

Me
Bass ,general ranting and raving, organiser, general lynchpin and all round regular super hero. occasional mandolin

Chippy Minter
Rhythm and acoustic guitars odd bit of “ooooh that ‘ll cost you “ comments
Cheesy chat up lines and generally acting like a wally in front of women

Dom da Drummer
Drums (if he had his own but can borrow the church’s ones ) being an imaginary friend to SJ (we still haven’t seen him you know!)

Now in the tradition of S-Club 7 who had S-Club Juniors...Hot Machero have the Mini Machero.......this is of course where any similarity ends between us and S-club....we haven’t got a grumpy ,foul mouthed , lead singer..( ahem only sometimes anyway!!!)...we play our own instruments.............badly............ I know but at least we do........they have probably made millions of pounds doing shows all over the country ....we haven’t actually got all together in one place as a band ...or rehearsed or even met the drummer yet......so when you weigh it all up....... we appear to be the better band.

This morning I have been treated to a concert in our back room as I type this blog to the nation. (over 200 hits now!!!!) The stage has been erected uncannily looking like dining room chairs. Rockstar is stage right on keyboard pounding away like a crazed woodpecker .Mini minx ....now spurting a new lease of life after some expert nursing by her Dad is stage left with her strat and amp both belting out with all their heart and soul the well known Mini Machero hit “I am going to kill you dead!” I explained to Rockstar that maybe killing and songs don’t mix. Though I supose Westlife have made a career of killing songs!!!! they came on for an encore ...it was the same tune except now it was called “I Love you, I love you”......I stand and wonder whether the picture I ‘m taking of them will appear in a biography in thirty or forty years time entitled our first performance.

Mini Minx appears to be totally on the mend now.....it can only be the power of music!!!!!!!!!!!