I guess that’s a reasonable title, who knows? To me, I think its sad when the focus is more on the bad stream of consciousness writing (and the editing or lack thereof), than the actual metal detecting (cause, it is, after all, a “metal detecting blog”, rather than a “bad stream of consciousness writing blog” (and believe me, there are a bzillion of the latter out there, cause bad words strung together by every moron with a browser and an internet connection are easy to find, but very few of the former, cause finding silver coins (at least like I do once in a while (or, more accurately, more than once and a while), remains hard). That said, lets roll it. (Morning edits are dead (which, of course, means we pre-edit at this stage (too bad for those who understood what was going on, and for those of us who really enjoy spewing bad stream of consciousness writing while calling it something else), If this don’t scare ‘em away, nothing will)).
So. lets not talk about metal detecting at all, but last night’s concert. Awesome baby! Brother at a house concert, full band, tho Dalbo didn’t have a full kit. Its sort of like one of your favorite bands playing in your living room, which is exactly what it was, except it was someone else’s living room (but what does that matter?, so long as the band is 3 inches away). Are you kidding me? A house concert where you can just sit there and talk to the band, and Angus
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