Today I was was once again proved wrong by a drum machine. Outwitted by some flashing silver tray and Chinese electronics. It's no wonder I've low self esteem and stupidly high white sugar and black alcohol intake (or is it the other way around?). Somebody once said that drum machines will be the death of us all, possibly Shakespeare coined the phrase or was it Ginger Baker on bad day. Anyway none of it is true and I would be unable to survive without my virtual kick drum, hi-hat, cowbell and M&S chicken in red wine sauce; all at a reasonable price and 90 BPM (that's Beats Per Masochist).
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