CraigBatty wrote:I just wanted to say (belatedly and apologetically... again) hope you're ALL having a gas at the gigs (and after) and that YOU in particular Sensei, are looking after yourself. Arigahto goziemashita for all you time over these past few years, in the face of my blatant self-promotion (as pointed out to me by not just my OWN inner voice).
And sorry for tarnishing your Diamond-like friendship online with my petty outbursts. My deepest apologies.
Go raibh míle maith agat, a Pilib, le do thachaíocht dilis agus cairdeas 'ar-líne' ar feadh na trí bhliain ifreanda anuas.
Le ghrá agus dea-mhéin,
Craig
Hey! I'm a speak and be heard kinda guy Craig, you know that!
Actually, I appear to have sprained my wrist sometime between checking into the Arizona Biltmore yesterday and having breakfast here this morning and I still can't figure out how it happened, The Biltmore is a "resort" "spa" "golf" hotel, which means it's maximum security massive and closed off from impolite society, where Ron and Nancy Reagan spent their honeymoon in the Fifties (
Pause for mass gagging). I wouldn't be surprised if Ron and Nancy were still here actually: if they figured out an exit strategy, they had better smarts than I. Some of the others did get out last night - time deducted for good behaviour - to see U2 in Phoenix, but I resisted the opportunity to hear Bono weave Jimmy Webb lyrics seamlessly into "Bullet The Red Sky".
In the old days, an unexplained wrist sprain could be written off as regrettable collateral damage from a hearty late session in the hotel bar. These days, I'm more inclined to suspect aliens.