Orchestra

Pavarotti died today.I've always wondered what it would be like to interrupt one of his afternoon naps.Apparently he used to hate it and would sweat profusely during and after nap time. Saw pictures of his wife and child in the Metro paper,his wife was typically much younger than him and his child wasn't fat or blasting out some Italian tenor vibrato. Credit where its due for Nessun Dorma mind, I still prefer a bit tranquillity with Claude Debussy's piano concerto's. Other big news was The Sun picturing Stevie Gerrards big toe and inviting everyone to rub their big toes on it, hoping by some kind of bizarre osmosis to heal its brokeness. Basically the same healing powers used on Beckham and Rooney in the past, it worked but we all know the eventual outcome, one of them being used to joyously trample over Ricardo Carvahlo's testicles. Anyone who got me text or stumbled upon this should also sign up to be a blogger,its actually quite refreshing.

Just to say that my timid time online is about to get fierce. At the same time I hope theres drama, love, politics and surreal chat involved. To all that know me I'd like to say this, welcome to my blogstandard, join me in cyberspace hell.