What takes an hour? Lot's of things, you're right. But let me suggest that you spend the hour that splits construction and cooking with a good thing. And a good thing at the moment is the musical output of the fantastic Carousel. "WHO THAT?" you askin'? Get with it, fan, and consult the previous post. Jeez.
Should you somehow be reading this on the back of making pancake batter and leaving it to rest for an hour, might I direct you up to the link to our Myspace page. There you'll find all sorts of interesting things including old pictures, old videos, bits of toenails and new music. You see, the reward for patience in this instance is twice-apparent: an authentic leathery-textured pancake, and the injection of good sounding vibrations into your recreation-riddled body.
Reading back, I realise that the majority of the above makes little to no sense (pancakes you what??). In a roundabout, subconscious way, I could be filling the void left by the closure of the NOTW [sorry]. I know better, and I know that I'm simply feeding the blog with the consistent nourishment it requires to grow big and healthy (see first sentence). So I'll aim to do one of these every Sunday, and who knows, one day I might even have something interesting and relevant to say. But for now it's shite all the way and I'm off to watch an Ulsterman scheme his way round Royal St George's.
