Well, it's only been a little while since my last posting but quite a lot has happened, so I'll try to do a full update now.

Firstly, as you will remember we had some snow so here's a picture of Womble in the first snow she's ever seen in the back garden, just before she decided to run around it and attack the snow:-

Niki and I went to see The Magic Numbers again on Friday the 9th at the Forum, it was a great gig and was made all the better by the fact that we got a CD of the gig from ConcertLive, which I picked up that night almost exactly 10 minutes after they came off stage.

I bought myself a digital home studio made by the same company as make my drum maching, Zoom, so now I can record some stuff to put up on my second MySpace site (that's the Kizlode one, there's only an instrumental demo version of a song I'm working on posted on there at the moment but I will be putting more up soon). I've also bought a Yamaha keyboard for £1 (plus £12 postage) but that hasn't arrived here yet.

I spent a few days the week before last just putting different things that I remember from my childhood into the search engine and seeing what came up and amazingly I found a whole page of pictures of a cartoon that I remember really well called 'The Mole', I think it was Polish or something. I have mentioned it before to some people I know and they just looked at me as if I was mad and said they didn't remember it. Anyway here's a picture:-

We had an odd week last week in our house. Firstly Scott stayed here all week, which was nice but seemed a bit odd as I haven't seen much of him for the last few months. Niki had a bit of a scare about the baby on Tuesday so she went to the doctors who sent us to the hospital to make sure everything was alright, so we spent 3 hours in A & E then saw a doctor who told us basically nothing. This was bad enough but Tuesday also happened to be the anniversary of when we first got together. Any way, we had a proper apointment at the hospital on Wednessday, saw the mid-wife and heard the baby's heartbeat, which made us both feel a lot better. Then Friday I had to go to the hospital again to see a specialist about my ear problem, they said my hearing isn't to bad and gave me some ear drops to stop me getting infections, they say I will need an opperation at some point but to worry about my heart problems as they are more important. I get pissed off by the fact that no one seems to understand or take seriously just how stressed and paranoid I get about my hearing.

In the midst of all that hospital stuff, on Thursday I took Scott to Harrods where we met up with Mr Kelly and his boys, then went to see the Guitar exhibition there. It was interesting and there were some excellent guitars on display but overall I wasn't as impressed as I thought I would be, there were some guitars wrongly labeled and a couple that I had read would be there weren't, having said that I'm glad I went and had a good time there. Below are pictures of three of the guitars that were there:-

One of Keith Richards Guitars

Rory Gallagher's No.1 Strat

A Strat autographed by Jimi Hendrix and the Experience from the Marquee in 1967

Here's the last three poems I'm going to ppost for a while:-

I Am.

A tree without branches,
a bird without wings,
a man missing something am I.

A spade without digging,
a bat without ball,
a man without purpose am I.

A soul without body,
a thought without form,
a man lacking substance am I.

A structure of essence,
a building of thought,
I am not the real me, am I?

Midwinter Dream.

Without a doubt, but without a reason,
they threw me to the lions.
Without a thought I committed treason,
and they sentenced me to death.
Without a prayer I shunned religion,
and devils mocked my words.
Without a clue but with true precision,
I escaped like the exhaling of breath.
Without a reason I burnt a house down,
then built another one from dust.
Without a plan and dressed as a clown,
I lead an army into war.
Without a smile I carried my gun,
and killed anything that moved.
Then I awoke to the light of the sun,
and they say sanity's what dreaming is for.

Block.

An empty shell,
as shallow as a rainwater puddle
that forms in the imprint left by the footfall of an ant.
Nothing and no one
dwelling in the ruins of my imagination
the chill wind of no words blowing through my desolate mind.
Will this emptiness ever be filled?
Will anyone ever take up residence
in the house that spawned so many new born adults?
And if not, what then?
Is there a future for one who's seas have turned to deserts
and whose life seems incomplete without non-existent strangers?

So, that brings us up to date and today. Niki and I went back to the hospital this afternoon for her to have her first scan. They told us everything is fine and the baby is growing normally. Below is a picture of the baby taken from the scan, it's quite clear but the picture we saw on the screen was much clearer and we could clearly see hands and arms.

Well that's about all for now, I'll post more info about Niki and the baby as we have it, and I'm hopeing that I get some news about my counselling soon because I think I could do with it. Even with all the good stuff going on at the moment I still feel down and get pissed off about not being able to work out exactly why.

Anyway, that's all for now, see y'all