The North of England Rocks. Literally.
Since it's been a good few days, in which my posts have consisted of automated Twitter dumps that are screaming for lj-cuts, I thought I'd humour you all and make an attempt at proving my existence. Hello, here I am! *waves* You may not be able to physically see me; just imagine an eighteen-year old of 75% legs, 50% hair, 25% floral shirt and 20% silly hat waving at you. If it looks like Cousin It from his hippy/gender-confused days, you've taken a wrong turning somewhere.
How has life been on Planet Kelza? Not bad, but not terribly exciting. Two CDs I ordered well before Christmas have yet to arrive, and one that I downloaded from iTunes has transpired to be only half an album. Any brief truce I held with Apple, therefore, has been cast asunder. I am not happy with them.
( And this rambling wordage of Kelzian news continues... )
How has life been on Planet Kelza? Not bad, but not terribly exciting. Two CDs I ordered well before Christmas have yet to arrive, and one that I downloaded from iTunes has transpired to be only half an album. Any brief truce I held with Apple, therefore, has been cast asunder. I am not happy with them.
( And this rambling wordage of Kelzian news continues... )