Cat-astrophes

I'm cooking...it is tasting superb (if I'm allowed to say so...) except a piece of fettucine has escaped down the side of one of the cooktop burners and is filling up my little abode with that horrible stench.

But that's not why I'm writing.

Before I perform I get jittery. My stomach gets all flighty and jumpier than usual. It's not so much the crowd and people watching (though that doesn't help) because your focus becomes more on your hands and not getting burnt. The nerves are more to do with the excitement of playing in amidst all of those flames!

That's how I'm feeling at this moment...except it is not me doing the playing. This time I get to spectate. 'Concert of Fire' is performing down the street today. Yes, it is more to do with pyrotechnics rather than the fuels I play with, but sparks none-the-less. Still, even fireworks don't usually get me this flighty...

...it's the drum-factor.

Right at this moment they are doing a soundcheck that I can hear allllllll the way back here.

boomboomboomboomboomba BOOOOOM!

haha...loveit

I don't think Gabriel is going to sound a trumpet when Jesus comes - he's going to have an army of angels with a whole tribe of drums...

xxx