A thousand trumpets

The sound of the aforementioned music continues to drift past your ear from somewhere in the deep recesses of the mountain cave. Your mind is plunged back to a memory from the courtyard of the castle nearly a year previously, where you were entertained by the thousand trumpets of a wandering musician group....

I'm going to see Muse in December and Velvet Revolver in January! Not forgetting Bryan Adams this Friday of course! :)

A letter

You are overcome by a feeling of hungriness... Rummaging in your pack, instead of food you discover a letter from your king. "Congratulations," it reads.....

Hehe, this morning I got a letter from your friend and mine, our local MP Richard Ottoway. "Congratulations on becoming 18" was what it said. It amused me somewhat. It was quite a good gesture for an MP to make, but needless to say I doubt I will be voting Conservative next year

A music on the air

Without warning a mysterious, yet beautiful music starts up... Although you are sure you have never heard the music before, you find yourself inextricably swaying, tapping your foot, and humming along with it....

Music. I love it. Can't get enough of it. I have some 50 or so bands that I would like to get a Best Of album of. Unfortunately, I don't buy CDs as often as you might think, and probably listen to them less than most people. How odd. I also feel the need to over analyse music, and try to hunt down the ghostly figure known as "the favourite". Favourite songs, albums or bands, whatever. It takes away from the innocent virgin purity of music somewhat. Anyway, today I have been listening to two tracks from Bon Jovi's little known self titled debut album (She Don't Know Me and Come Back are those two tracks), and the entire of Pearl Jam's No Code album, paying particular attention to the songs Smile and Present Tense. Won't you dance with me?

The mysterious voice

As you settle into the mountain cave, a mysterious voice from somwhere in the shadows startles you. "Welcome," it says. "We've been expecting you...."

Yeah, so I shall probably have one of these shit opening pieces to every, or nearly every blog I decide to make. Apologies for that. My voyage today has not been one of discovery, in fact it seems mostly to be retreading over the same ground again... I need a break. A proper break, which half-term will not be. One where I don't have to worry about anything. *Sigh* First A2 level Drama performance exam comes up in 3 weeks tomorrow, and we are very unprepared. On the plus side, I have quite a good week planned next week. My birthday on Monday, the celebrations for which start on Sunday, and carry on to the following day. Then going to Thorpe Park on Tuesday; then going to see Bryan Adams at Wembley Arena on Friday. And then getting up for work on Saturday. Marvellous. Fare ye well, fellow travellers

Evening

Good Evening, and welcome to The Mountain Cave *cue mysterious laugh, sinister yet seductive*. This is my personal blog which I randomly decided to create cos everyone else is at the moment. Who knows what I shall be putting on here? Certainly not Rupert Everett, thats for damn sure. But one thing you can be sure of is that it will always have a mystical, ethereal quality. Or it'll be complete bollocks, whatever I feel like at the time :)

Have fun