Once upon a time I would just be thinking about going out. Eyeliner applied, drink in hand, music blaring to get me in the mood.
Now I have a cup of tea and BBC4. Still have eyeliner on though.
There isn't even anything good on the telly, I am partial to a factual science programme, but it is hardly rock'n'roll. And neither is the X Factor before anyone suggests it.
My other half is out doing a gig, the kids are asleep/skulking in their rooms. I have the lounge to myself, the room is my oyster. I never did fancy the idea of oysters tho, odd slimy looking things, no thanks.
I could dance naked, sing cheesy pop songs, paint, draw, learn skills in the artistic field of mime. If I wanted.
Maybe I should get off my arse and find a DVD.
Might even push the boat out in a minute and have a biscuit.
Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul.
Maybe Meatloaf was on the right track. Well, up until he got murdered by a crazed alien scientist that is...