Slim Harpo on the CD player, Doghouse eases out of the old armchair. Will he make it in time to the toilet? A cryptic crossword on the go. The Sunday void before the week starts. Doghouse thinks about Blind Lemon Jefferson. What incredible artistry? How could he make it more difficult?

This morning he found some old bottlenecks and spare strings and his ballroom dancing medals, bronze only.

The garden is out of hand. Doghouse tells himself he is leaving it for the sake of the bees, but this is the week for the green wheelie-bin collection. Since they discharged him from the hospital his cough is much worse. He thinks about vacuuming upstairs. Maybe it is the dust. He plays around a cracked filling with his tongue. More money that will cost.

Slim Harpo might be considered sexist. What about Buddy Guy then for the reading on Wednesday? He used to think no one could touch Slim Harpo. Perhaps this is old age creeping up on him.

MJH at the Fiddler's

Played Mississippi John Hurt's Candyman at the club last night. Audience slack-jawed with disbelief at the words. More single entendre than double entendre. But, hey! It's a great tune and celebratory rather than smutty.

His stick of candy don't melt away.
It just gets better so the ladies say.

From the mythical land of great sex.

Those dreams again

Tormented by those dreams again. Woke up at 3.40am to find I was still watching Dave. Don't know what programme --- it was the adverts. How come when you switch on Dave it's always the adverts and you have to wait through Brian Blessed killing a joke stone dead. Still I like the bits with the fox.

Then you have to decide if you've already seen this episode of Mock the Week this evening, or was it yesterday? Then you start predicting which bits are in this episode. Like my brother who can recite the dialogue of Poirot before they say it.

Then that pompous arse Fry comes on with his atheist bigotry. And Jimmy Carr? Oh well! If Jimmy Carr says so there can't be a God. He's obviously given it a lot of thought.

But I never said about the dream. I got the ends of Bold Street mixed up so I wasn't sure which was up and which down. I discovered a massive area of medieval Liverpool with enormous chunks of the castle still standing. Lots of naked young women as usual, but I still can't figure out what they're after.

I had another new National and was going to play in in the square, but those naked women kept getting under my feet. Pesky naked women! I could have got away with it.

Blind Willie McTell

I've tuned a guitar down two whole tones to learn to play stuff by Willie McTell. That's the E string down to C and pro-rata across the board. Statesboro Blues is therefore in Drop-Bb tuning now.

Wilko on Canvey Island

Who would have thought the one time elfin Wilko Johnson would even talk, let alone be such a geezer?