2 thoughts for the morning

1. There's no inherent reason why Paul McCartney and Eric Clapton doing a George Harrison cover couldn't be a thing of beauty and a musical experience to be treasured. But listening to their version of "Something," I kept imagining George trying to climb back down the Great Wheel to get at Paul and strangle him with Clapton's guitar strings. Not as bad as Joe Cocker's cover of "With a Little Help from My Friends," all copies of which should be burned to make the world safe for humanity again, but still just embarrassing.

George Harrison knew how to write a song, guys. Don't fuck with it.

2. If you want to hear Truepenny scream like a Barbie in fluffy pink fake angora, hire a squirrel to jump out at her from an unsuspecting garbage can. Evil little fucker. I hope I scared him as bad as he scared me.

bookkeeping

Chapter Six is done, done, done.

15,629 words.

*small but heartfelt victory dance*

Onwards to Chapter Seven! Excelsior!