Rosie's Blog
Recording and Northambleton Strumpets this weekend
I’m at my wits end, dear diary, I really am. Where will it end? I’m living in total fear of it one day getting so bad that she mutters “whatever” under her breath.
It’s no way to live.
Dear Diaryyyy
I can only apologise for having neglected you for so long.
Well what happened this time was, *with all the excitement of the release of our new EP, Helen forgot to lock the cake, fudge and mars bar room. Soon after …
Hallo, Dear Diary
Aha – news flash! The livestock has apparently been found on the other side of Northambleton in the fields of that fucking Onvical’s farm, of all places. God I hate that band. They’re just such stupid twats.
The new EEPEE is ready!
Dearest diary,
I don’t know whether you’ll be interested, being an inanimate object and all, but we finished our eepee, and it’s just gone be pressed at the Northambleton Cider Mill. If you were a person, dear diary, rather than an …
Many exciting things…
We’re in such a good mood, we’ve decided to take Captain Skippy and Ziggy’s I II and III with us – Helen is just loading them onto the Invocal tractor box, and Rachel and Sarah are adorning them in black and pink bonnets.
Monster trucks, Pride and EEPEE
All seems well on the Invocal farm – the lambs are nearly ready for market and the hay fields are coming along nicely. However I noticed this morning that Rachel has painted Raychul iz col right across one of our prize pigs, which is really fucking annoying.
Oh, some more stuff…
Lots of other fun things … recording is going well. Rachel and I laughed for nearly two and a half days this week, when we realised that Gayton sounds a bit like gay. z#gjsn dfgfdgjg Sorry. Just had another little laughing fit and lost control of my fINGERS*^%EF
