"I was sick the day they taught me about punctuation", G laughs, as Ings tries to explain commas, ellipses and all the other things that count in an English sentence. Moving on as we do, we make our choices in life always, dont we? (Compulsory British question at the end of that sentence please.) I mean, thinks G, we MAKE choices about all sorts of things whether they're imaginary or not (I have a little imaginary friend for instance...more about that some other time. lol)
But all this rambling is neither here nor there, and its news I share. Well, mostly ;)
G approached UBS where he works and asked about a permanent job in US. UBS haven't been able to fill job for about a year; only a madman would work for these cowboys after-all. So G waits for things to progress and in the meantime we live and make choices. If things do progress we'll fly on over and have a look, Ings will make bottle of jam and make a fortune.
G plays lots of music again, digging the vibe and finding the inspiration from all sorts of places. www.myspace.com/glensgold has some bits and pieces, old and new. Wonderful to be doing it with all his fancy gear.
Ings is working hard, resting and working hard again. A strain mostly, but a choice.
Its easy when you look at it with these morning eyes on a Sunday in this digitised ink, isn't it? Yes it is.
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