Monday, June 11, 2007

Poorly Carrot-fish

Oh it's awful- the carrot-fish is poorly, its bright orange scales have gone pale and dull with grey blotches, its face has swollen and gone knobbly and this morning I found it with its snout buried in the gravel.
I've had him for more than seven years and he's been a feisty friend; he peers at me boldly each morning out of the tank with his revolving black eyes as I come down the stairs, and flaps about when you go up to the tank to look a him.
I gave him fifteen drops of medicine. I hope that works, because we have had a close relationship over those years, and I am very fond of him.

I have to tear myself away because I'm actually going into a rehearsal studio today. I have two gigs this week, in Birkenhead (2a Price Street) and Leicester (as Martin's guest at the De Montfort Hall) and I've started forgetting the lyrics to the old songs because I've been writing so many new ones. So it's an all-day rehearsal, with frayed finger-ends and a lost voice by the end.

Keep your fingers crossed for carrot-fish.

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