The Sad Sad Truth, The Dirty Lowdown

Rock bottom. Yep, it's the bloody electric meter.

Got to read it myself, and also have to spend the next few days trying to find an alternative/cheaper provider as my fixed tariff is up and prices are going up all around me. Why do I have to do that kind of stuff? It's man's work. I'm supposed to lie about elegantly, reading magazines, sipping martinis. Not trying to put a bloody hubcap back on and changing outside lightbulbs. Doh, it's just not fair.

Also, this blinkin meter is in the bottom of my wardrobe, under a shelf, took me months to find it when I moved in. Whose bloody stupid idea was that, eh?







Lowdown, Boz Scaggs, 1976