It's probably for the best you can't make out the faces above as I've no idea what's announceable yet, but he were are again – or aren't – embarking on a new thing from the brain of Bottom Left. Monday therefore has been exciting. I don't remember how the conversation got onto chainsaws; it was Top Right, I think, who said she had recently discovered they were invented originally as an aid to childbirth, which I looked up immediately, and... Happy International Women's Day, everyone!
Before the invention of gasoline motors, osteotomes such as this were powered by Charades.
The pop shield I was sent didn't reach from the stand, so I tried holding it over my face like a French fan. Could something perhaps be installed to stop me popping permanently – enquired Bottom Right – like a nose bag?
We wracked our brains for something that could be worn over the mouth.
– Whathever man invents the machine that can make Simon quieter– began Bottom Left.
– Or woman, I interrupted, in celebration of the day.
– Whatever man invents the machine... or woman... that can make Simon quieter– Bottom Left corrected himself.
Whatever we finish making should be available in a couple of months, which is exciting, until which time, I think, I get to keep the whole recording caboodle, which is also exciting. Maybe I'll make some rap. I've been relistening to Rob Hubbard's old Commodore 64 sountracks recently: they're stirring, and would make an excellent bed. Don't copy me.
