The highest form of irony.

For a while now I have been marvelling over what I consider to be the highest form of irony. The story begins with a line from a wonderful song by The Enemy. The song is 'Had Enough' and the line is "Hey hey, What's the matter with your face, face?" Now I feel quite nasty for pointing this out but anyone who has seen 'Tom Clarke' (singer + guitarist for The Enemy) will understand why I find this hilariously ironic. And for those who haven't seen him i've included a picture for your own benefit (or not, depending on how you look at it.) So sorry Tom the songs you write are immense! But, maybe you should be more careful about the lyrics you write, or get a haircut... and if that is too much just wash it! You have heard of shampoo right?


On another note >>> I have just spent the last five minutes seeing how many fingers I could fit round my capo . It's 3 by the way (if you are at all interested.) Although now those three fingers how gone bright red... oh no... I was mistaken, they have actually gone a rather lovely shade of purple. But not the shade of purple you would want your fingers to be...