Tidal waves

Christmas, New year, planes, trains and illness are what got in the way of me writing anything in particular on here. I'm back home now, tucked in from the weather, with more time to give.

I managed to get ill the moment I got back, so I've been spending plenty of time in bed shivering, watching hours and hours of 'Big love' and 'Mad men'. This has resulted in some pretty mixed up, feverish dreams, usually casting myself as a polygamy practicing ad exec, trying to sell cigs to children; in a word: huh?
In another (and I think the term night terror is entirely suitable for this one) I fell asleep in a bed situated in a sex shop, and was woken up by a very angry, very threatening, very ginger Russian man. I had to escape in a JCB, which for some reason or another, had a radio blasting country music. I mean, seriously, what is that?! Your interpretations are more than welcome.

I started writing more songs from bed as well, or at least sketching out some lyric ideas. What I've actually ended up with is a long long list of possible song titles, words and sentences. I'm in no doubt its going to prove useful at some point, but right now they look like snakes.

Lemon and honey.