Henry is very proud of his daughters: Gee Minor, who is doing for alto sax what Les Dawson did for piano; and Gee Minima, expert concert organizer and impresario - the Harvey Goldsmith of tomorrow.
I wake to a rainy morning which will be spent zookeeping. Dog, cats, chickens and g-pigs all fed. Now it's my turn. Then I'll clean the fish tank, the axolotls and the house. If it stops raining the dog will take me for a walk.
Nostalgic after watching 'Anvil: The Story Of Anvil' last night, I have set the controls for a medley of cheesy old-fashioned metal as I work. It's Metallica, Judas Priest, Motorhead, Sepultura, Biohazard, Rainbow, all the way.
Having been asleep under a cat. disturbed by nothing more than suggestive messages about me and my massive swelling organ, I have put aside the cat and am about to work on Mythical Book Proposal. Hopefully this weekend should see it knocked into enough shape that I can share it with my agent.
Mrs Gee, Gee Minor and Gee Minima are away for a couple of nights. Now - should I work on the mythical book proposal; get stuff ready for Mallorn; or settle down with my mate Paul's DVD of 'Anvil: The Story of Anvil'? Maybe I'll watch that tonight, and tomorrow night I can treat myself to the DVD of Hellboy that someone lent me so long ago I've...
The Battle for the Gee Sofa continues. Fred the Cat can haz Flavor(TM) with massive retaliation. Mrs Gee has launched counter-insurgency measures by means of liberal dousing with 'Coco' by Chanel. Now we smell like Harrods perfume counter - which is great, considering the alternative is more like a public urinal that hasn't been cleaned since...