Four Blokes

  Hello everybody, i hope you are all having a lovely summer - my favourite parts are all the butterflies, and the pinkish light that shines three-quarters up the treeline just before sundown. It's funny, from my nest in the shed (i'm hiding from the carpetfitters) I can see the Four Blokes kick drum is full of the sleeping bag i slept in on childhood camping trips - i notice this at this juncture because the sofa from the shed where we recorded the first album has now been moved into the lounge. I don't know if this is a test of my decompartmentilisation skills, but that sofa is where me or Tiago (sometimes Myles or George) would sit while the other was at the desk recording their part - recording in the shed was a sanctuary from the tense eyes of parents, where we were free to be daft and quite stoned and laugh loudly without everything turning into a lecture. I don't know, it's just weird that the sofa from the room where I'd get away from my family and get ...

 "Ow! Ow!" The coach driver's torment had begun - I was hitting his knee with a surgical hammer. This was far from a scheduled call-out, and i was far from a medical professional; safe to say, I was using excessive force! Anyways everybody, it's the Four Blokes Newsletter! The gist is the album is nearly finished, or nearly nearly finished at least, the film needs a fair bit of editing but I reckon filming is more or less done. I can offer more details than that though - juicy ones, mmmm.... mmm, mmm, mmmm.... The great glass towers gave way to wildflower meadows and sleepy trees - the bristles of a plastic plant were injuring the coach driver as i struck him with SOME FORCE! The bristley plastic plant beating session was to no end but my own amusement - i guffawed like a Milwauakee circus attendee of 5. The first significant event of the month I would've said was smoking a load of joints and frying a load of red onion - some important filming occurred, even thoug...