It promises to be something special but to be honest, even if it's just the same as a normal Alice Cooper tour, it will still be better than 90% of the other tat paraded before my eyes. If you've never been to see The Master, waste not much more time. I'm sure he would be the first to agree he ain't getting any younger.
I got a bee in my bonnet this morning about the blog looking so very different to the site, so I flipped the coin and this came up as being the one to get a makeover. I spent about two hours building three column templates with all kinds of widgety things in when Eleanor came in and smacked me around the back of the head for being stupid.. and she was right.
Tales from doesn't need to be an all singing, all dancing kind of thing. It doesn't have to do anything but display what I type and keep anybody that might give a damn informed of such. So bear with me while I change all the background colours on the buttons and menus that were on the right - they'll be back soon with some new additions, otherwise, it's business as usual...
...and despite my saying that I wouldn't buy any more books, yesterday I spotted a nice looking graphic come short story called The Savage by David Almond (Skellig) and illustrated by Dave McKean (everything that was ever great). It's only a short read but fuck it's really good. Really, really good...
Lots to rattle on about from today but Supernatural is calling...
