So, back to work again. And despite my usual sunday night promises to myself that 'this week I'm really going to get down to it and sort out everything', I'm already faffing about.
I think I may devote my life to collecting really really odd music. I've found another priceless site (thanks Mark). Clickeywoo to April Winchell: Multimedia.
I reccomend Mary Schneider murdering the classics. It's like... a demented cowgirl let loose at Carnegie Hall.
I have a horrible feeling that I'm going to become even more irritating at parties, by insisting on playing a huge ammount of novelty records. Maybe there'a a call for barmy DJs somewhere?
Oh, I know, gay bars.