We're coming back. we were always coming back

Hello ladies and gentlemen. Carter here, attempting to breathe a little bit of life into this blig, which is starting to hum a bit like that thing at the back of your fridge that you can’t identify. You know the thing. It might have been cheese once, but now it’s got its own language and complicated rituals for electing popes and stuff.
So then, Balustrade. Balustrade, Balustrade, Balustrade. What have the boys been up to?
Basically, they spend all of Bank Holiday Monday (30th or 31st May, I can’t remember) trying to record four tracks for the summer single. Things didn’t go well. In fact, when we slapped it on a CD to listen to at leisure, we decided that it was largely a great big bag of monkey-gizzards. Some of it is salvageable, most of it isn’t.

We did try to put things right the following Monday, but software problems (on a Mac! I can’t believe it!) meant that nothing happened. In light of these recent set-backs the boys have also decided to call of the playing live activities for a while. For the life of me I can’t remember why, but I’m sure it was the right decision at the time.

As that’s all there is to report Balustrade-wise, I guess I’d better check out. Mind you, I will make passing reference to the new Coldplay album (Hmmmm…. It had better be a grower… sounded better this morning on random play through very big headphones very loud, but…), the new White Stripes album (Erm… barking.) and the second series of Curb Your Enthusiasm. (I USED to think that The Office made for painful through-the-fingers comedy but I was wrong. Larry David is a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter genius. It takes one to know one. A bitter bloke, not a genius.)

Anyway, take care, be cool, get out in the sun before it withers away to autumn, listen to Carnival of Light by Ride (top Summer album) and, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, don’t get any rubbish henna tattoos. Jojoba is the future.