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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds latest offering and it's sooooo good!!! Difficult not to overplay it, especially tracks like 'Hold On To Yourself' and 'Lie Down Here (And Be My Girl)'. Oh, all right then, Nick, but just let me finish my novel first. Yes, I'm still working!!!

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Fennie said…
Wow! The rewrite is coming on well - so much look forward to seeing the final version! As to the music - being a total ignoramus is there an easy way I can dip-in?
Pondside said…
Keep at it!!! You're like the Little Enging that Could, at this point - just keep chugging!
I shall have to check this out.

Good for you working so hard. I shall have to get on and do the same.
Glad to see you're still hard at it, Chris. I'm planning a new regime that involves getting up early and tapping away before everyone else comes down. Only I think I may need to wait until the clocks go forward. (No, not YOUR clocks, obviously. Although, they'll obviously be going forwards, too...)

Will have a little listen to Nick.

LBD xx
Elizabethd said…
You're obviously working soooo hard, keep at it (with small breaks for chocolate etc)
Head down, vest tucked in - plenty of time to play when you have finished . . .
Flowerpot said…
well done you Chris - keep at it!
Milla said…
used to love Nick Cave, all that growling, so will def look out for this one. Am depressingly impressed by your productivity,
Unknown said…
Just keep rewriting. I am rereading D. Maass and rewiting and rereading and rewriting....
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CAMILLA said…
Just keep at it Chris, with plenty of hot coffee and maybe a glass of Vino's in the evening, best of luck.

Camilla.xx
Milla said…
come on, madam, an update please.
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Pipany said…
I'm working Chris - can't you tell!!! Keep it going and there's nothing wrong with a little music while you work xx

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