I know it wasn’t shockingly hot last night, but it was certainly hot enough in Hobbits to make sure I was on the verge of passing out, before you say it, yes I was dancing like a contempory version of Black and Black Minstrels show, but that isn’t the point. Found I am certainly NOT immune to alcohol the night after having got drunk. No wonder my head is a little spinny right now.

Vision has reopened at last and my friends decided to go there last night to enjoy a taste of a brand new club… I was totally unsurprised when they reappeared in Hobbits a lot quicker than expected and told tales of a smaller dance floor, the toilets being unrefitted, a new floor being the only real change along with some windows, the music is the same old shite (R ‘n’ B in one bar and cheese all over the rest of the place – my opinion not that of the person who went there), oh and a fight broke out in the 30 minutes they were there. Like Madison’s it is certainly a case of “You can change the decor but not the people. I sometimes love to say “I told you so”. Hehehe.

I have spent the day enjoying a Touring Car frenzy. Three British Touring races, two World Touring car and one DTM German Touring race have filled up my Sunday to the extent of only having an hour without motor racing on hehe. To be honest that hour featured something about the Nazis and that Bug Attack programme with the Japanese Giant Hornets (Vespa mandarinia) so it wasn’t like I had time to relax and not watch anything .

Lots of boy racers around here last night and today to converge on the Weston Wheels event on the old airfield. Nice to see that they have somewhere to go, but please, boys (and girls) get a fucking life… driving around town all the night is just the most pointless thing ever.! You might as well stick a big bore exhaust and a huge wing on the back of a Rover 400 and act like a twat….. hang on, why does that seem familiar. Hmmmmm. Did hear from my taxi driver that there was a little group of guys going round, two in a black BMW, two on mopeds and one on roller blades(!) who were all driving, if that is the word to use, around Weston. Words cannot express.!

I discovered something earlier… I love music. Sounds like a pretty normal thing and something that most people would have believed I did any way, but I am thinking much deeper than that. I mean to say I am in love with music… here we go…

I was watching Dare by the Gorillaz on Sky earlier and it struck me how much the actual sound of music (when it is done right) makes me feel good. Then I thought back to last night and how fulfilled I was feeling while dancing to various tracks like AudioSlave and the Bravery. I guess it is a mixture of adrenalin and endorphins that make you feel that way, but just the thought of a world without my music makes me shudder with shock. If there was one thing in my life as important as being loved by another person then it is listening to a well composed track, no matter what the genre, that infiltrates my higher senses and starts off the whole chemical reaction thing in my brain. I get a high off it in the same way most drug addicts get when stuffing coke up their nose. It is a very deep personal feeling but something I am sure others feel.

Rambling on again aren’t I.? Oh well back to the Touring Car from a very wet Knockhill in Scotland. Roast for tea and maybe pizza later

Bing Bong…. Avon calling… (should that be Somerset calling now.?)

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