It is the end... but the moment has been prepared for...

Alright! Well, finally my new incarnation is settling down – post regenerative trauma is always a tricky beast to negotiate, hallucinating about all those evil fiend borrowers that once plagued me at Worksop, and preparing myself for the brand new evil fiend borrowers at Woodhouse. However… I am loving being Area Co-ordinator Petros. It’s really hard work, but I’m learning all the time and becoming a better librarian in the process and that’s all good. And aside from flying caretakers and 6:45 starts, its all pretty tidy at the moment. Huzzah for promotion… its also worth noting (‘cos he hasn’t bigged himself up, and he ought to a bit more) that Ed got promoted recently to! We are both dipping our toes in the murky rivers of management, and neither of us have killed anyone else as yet, which is good. Andy, on the other hand, has jacked in his job (marching into his boss’ office, throwing his letter of resignation on the desk, compounding his decision by twatting said envelope with a clenched fist sending a cup of tea flying, ba-ba-ba! BAAA!) and is currently living live as a hobo on the streets of Prague. I warned him against necking all that absinthe, but now his toes have dissolved, his kick drum playing is all over the place, and frankly we’ve taken to using his ride cymbal as a wok… but a wok for cooking in, rather than playing at the end of In My Head. Bless Andy Wood – shoes too big for him now, see how he wanders over Charles’ Bridge as the sun sets over the Vltava, hobo-ing about like a taller, hairier, less red little orphan Annie, “you’re never fully dressed without a carbon footprint” he whistles to himself. Bless Woodo…

Anyway, last gig for ages and ages last night, at the glorious Howard, with the glorious Jared in command, with the exceptional Bowie Contingent playing after us, some chap who had a lovely voice before, and the godlike Dave Woodcock joining in with Ed on a rambunctious rendition of Idiot. Well attended by those who worship at the altar of Pisco, and quite frankly bloody good fun. We rocked and rolled, and revelled in the fact that now we are free! It’s back to old skool Pisco action, with us three against the world, forging new tunes and sounds out of thin fucking air. Piscorp is getting more and more fit for purpose all the time, and soon we hope to be whizzing out new tunes and stuff at a rate of knots, which is PRECISLY where we want to be at right now. Last night proves that gigs are ace. It also proves that to make our next batch of gigs up to scratch, we need new and exciting tunes that’ll change the way we do things, change your perception of what we three crazy cats do with our time, toy with your sexual orientation, whip into shape your perhaps flaccid desire to bop like a freaking rodent on a hot-plate… you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about and if you DON’T then you SHOULD so get with it, boyo!!

Anyway, us Pisco three, plus an assembled posse are all off for a curry tonight. Then, come Tuesday, we’ll be straight back into Piscorp, feeling our way into the next era. Remember kids – change is good! Embrace the change!!

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