"I just wanna cut some rug"

Ok, so on Friday I had to take The Boy to meet Our Kid at Trowell services on the M1 which is approximately halfway between Crapsville & my native Wakefield. Sadly my car had other ideas &, to cut a long story short, the engine pretty much blew up. I managed to get off the motorway and on to the slip road at J22 (some 10 miles north west of Leicester). I rolled the car down to the very bottom of the slip road where it was safe & well out of the way of any traffic. Our Kid came down to us & took The Boy off to Yorkshire. After several minutes & a phone call to Reckless it became clear that the car wasn’t going to move again. So reluctantly I left it there & wondered how I’d get to Northampton where I was staying that night. My luck changed here as a friendly bus driver who was not in service kindly took me into Leicester city centre. From there I got a train to Kettering where Reckless came to pick me up. This is where my weekend began.
On arriving at their home I gave Noisy But Sweet her birthday present & once the kids were in bed we set about the vodka & the wiz. We had a fun night, Reckless got the guitar out & we did a few tunes (of which “Haunted” was a major highlight). As the night drew on I became more & more aware that I was struggling to suppress my love for Dream Girl. I went to the loo & had a word with myself. What am I doing? Why am I putting myself through this? And of course, what do I hope to achieve? For once I came up with an answer that I couldn’t argue with: To always be this happy.
That’s right; even though I know our lips will probably never meet again I am always happy when she’s around me. She lights me up.
Having said that, there is always the immense disappointment of saying goodnight.
The next morning Reckless drove me back to Crapsville in time for the rendezvous with the London Baby posse. This was damn nice of him & he even made me a big spliff to have on my travels.
So I picked up my bag & went to meet the guys. I had coerced Funny Dance into driving us all to the station in his MPV. 2 of the 8 never showed up so the full posse was: Namesake, In The Same Boat, Babyface, Sound But Spitty, 50% & myself.
We arrived at the hotel at 12:30 & were in the pub round the corner by 12:35. From here we proceeded to visit 5 or 6 more pubs in the afternoon drinking gallons of beer between us.
After a quick change at the hotel is was time for the big night out. We started in Soho where we accidentally went into 2 gay bars (“hang on a minute… there are NO women!”), we then went into another bar where we decided that we would go to another part of London that had been recommended to us earlier in the day. As there were 6 of us we had to get 2 taxis, this gave me the opportunity to jump in the second one & exclaim, “Follow that cab!” I’ve always wanted to do that!
We reached our destination & went in a couple more bars before we accosted 2 very attractive girls who were waiting for a bus. We asked their advice as Namesake wanted to go to stringfellows but most of us were sure it would be too pricey. They told us there was a good club just round the corner & that stringfellows would be very expensive. Sound But Spitty told them that we wanted “somewhere where the girls were really hot, you two are alright but we want REALLY hot women”. The other 5 of us walked off, heads bowed in same, not quite believing how he’d just insulted the nicest girls we’d met yet.
We went to the club the girls had suggested, the 333, it seemed pretty cool. Now as regular readers now I love music with a passion. I have never really liked dance music though but my god the dj in that place was worth his salt! I started dancing half-heartedly but soon I was grooving like an unstoppable grooving thing! I danced solidly for about 3 hours! I was on the jazz & I even had a spell strutting my stuff on the stage. I also had a little snog! As I was dancing I kept catching the eye of this woman, soon there were smiles, then a wink or two & finally she beckoned me toward her. I haven’t been beckoned for ages! Unfortunately the downside of my dance-a-thon was that I was perspiring like a particularly sweaty pig who’d just oinked his way out of a sauna. My shirt was drenched. As my lips joined hers I felt her hand go on my back & the kissing soon stopped. She was very nice but I think she was alarmed at how drenched I was & I couldn’t blame her. To be honest I really wasn’t bothered I just carried on dancing & when the DJ slipped “enjoy the silence” in there I was all but orgasmic. It was probably the best club experience I’ve ever had. Nice.
Eventually around 2am I started flaking a bit & just stood around for a bit until at about 3.15 we left. As we regrouped outside this dodgy geezer approached us & asked if we “wanted anything”. I said it was a bit bloody late now but then realised we still had Sunday & the Church to do yet. So a deal was done & some pills were acquired. He left & I examined my narcotics to find them to be brown which is rarely a good sign. Anyway we got a taxi & finally landed in our hotel beds at 4ish. It had been a marvellous day & not for the last time it was pronounced that Flash was the daddy. Yay!

To be continued…

"Maybe tomorrow..."

I have so much to tell but I'm so absolutely cream crackered that I simply cant engage my brain for the amount of time required to tell you everything. Rest assured though London Baby was a blast.

"Train heave on to Euston..."

Thought I'd better say "hey" as I'm going to be having a big weekend & little time for blogging.
Tomorrow I will be driving The Boy halfway to Yorkshire where we will meet Our Kid (my sis). The Boy's going up to visit for the weekend to get his suit sorted out for Our Kid's wedding which takes place next weekend. I think I shall then go & hang with Reckless & Dream Girl tomorrow night. Today is Noisy But Sweet's 9th birthday so I'll be taking her a prezzie & a cuddle from her favourite "uncle".
Then on Saturday it's LONDON BABY!!!
For those of you who haven't read the archives (shame on you, by the way), it's a whole weekend of drink, drugs & debauchery down in our glorious capitol. The roll call this time is me, Namesake, In The Same Boat, 50%, Sound But Spitty, Fountain Dweller, Babyface & some bloke I've yet to meet. It's gonna be weird doing London Baby! without It's A London Thing or Funny Dance. I do have a problem though; the bloke I usually score my pills off has let me down so I may have to get by on alcohol alone- brrrr!
We have made it our mission to try & get our picture taken for the church website. If successful I will provide a link for you guys.
So I'll tell you all any tales of our hi-jinks when I return. Hope you all have as good a weekend as I'm gonna!

"Oh when the saints..."

This will mean nothing to most of you but I know at least 2 of you will know what I'm talking about. I have just, not 10 minutes ago, seen Steve Wigley standing on Crapsville high street!

"Don't get any big ideas, they're not gonna happen"

Right, let’s take it day by day;
THURSDAY – On Thursday I was given a final written warning at work. This is bad. Now you may remember a few weeks back I met a girl called Sexy Shy Smile, the night I met her was a bit mad & by 5am that morning it was clear that I wasn’t going to work. Now in my drunken state I texted my supervisor to tell him I wouldn’t be in because I was with a rather smashing girl – stupid! The company viewed this as gross dereliction of duty & could’ve sacked me. What a silly, silly boy I am.

FRIDAY- The day started abysmally. My car was a petrol free zone so I had to walk down to the garage with my trusty green plastic buddy. It was absolutely pissing it down but it was only a five-minute walk. However that particular petrol station was closed (BOLLOCKS!) so a further 10-minute walk ensued. By the time I got back to the car I was wetter than an otter’s pocket. Off I went to Northampton to collect Dream Girl & off to London we went. Soon as we were in the car she dropped a huge bombshell: They are thinking of emigrating to Sweden. Though Dream Girl was raised in the north of England she was born in Sweden & lived there till the age of 4. This means she has full rights & status in her homeland. Initially I was mortified, I cannot imagine how utterly crap my life would be without her & Reckless in it but I soon realised that it was mostly pie in the sky (her words) & that as an absolute minimum were talking 2 years before any such plan can come to fruition so it’s gone right to the back of my mind. We had a lovely morning walking round “town”. We talked & laughed the whole morning. It’s clear that Dream Girl has rarely been to London & needs a day of sightseeing down there (watch this space).
The Swedish embassy, or at least the passport bit of it, was very unglamorous & they were no Swedish hot babes at all other than the one I was with. I did take the opportunity to measure my height there though. I stand proud at 5 foot 7 and a half inches. Dream Girl had to be back in Northampton for 3 so we were on our way back by 12.30. During the 2 or 3 hours we were there we interacted with about 5 or 6 people of these only one had a English accent & she was so rude! When we returned to the car at Highgate I suggested we give our travel cards away as we had no further use for them. So I offered mine to this woman & she looked at me like I’d offered her the opportunity to lick my arse & replied with a curt “Don’t think so”. Dream Girl gave hers to the next person we saw & her recipient was very grateful & happy with our act of kindness, she had a foreign accent too.
As I had no plans for the rest of the day I decided to stay in Northampton & hang with the guys for the rest of the day, we had a few drinks & a few spliffs & then they went to bed. They had a little hug before they got off the sofa & with her head on Reckless’ shoulder she mouthed “night” to me & looked at me in that “I know” kind of way. I love & hate that look with equal passion. I always end up feeling really shit when I’ve spent the day with her, entertaining her, making her feel as special as she deserves & then have to watch her go off to bed with Reckless. I stayed up a while & watched a film called “I am Sam”. I cried like a girl, what a wonderfully moving film & a fantastic piece of acting from Sean Penn. Good work fella!

SATURDAY – I was awoken by the sound of Darth Vader’s theme meaning only one thing: Temper Tantrum on the phone. Did I want to take The Boy to Legoland with her? Despite my concerns I agreed. So off I went back to Crapsville. We went in her car but I drove at her suggestion. It turned out to be a smashing day; The Boy had a wonderful time. The Lego displays are nothing short of spectacular, particularly the one of London. As we left The Boy asked rather curiously why we hadn’t argued because we usually always argue. How sad.
On the M40, as we headed home, her car died. There was a clicking noise then a loud clicking noise & then smoke then nothing. She called her breakdown people at 19.40 they arrived at 20.50. They towed us off the motorway at the next exit & left us there telling us we had to wait for another truck. The other truck arrived an hour later & we finally got back to Crapsville just before midnight. What an absolute shambles! I pity the poor sod who is gonna have to deal with Temper Tantrum’s wrath when she phones to complain. Despite her being livid at the situation she remained surprisingly pleasant towards me the whole time. There must have been a fuse blown in her head somewhere that couldn’t comprehend the fact that none of the drama was my fault. There were many such calamities during our 10 years together & they were ALWAYS my fault. I was quietly smug that no fingers could be pointed my way.

SUNDAY - Thankfully Sunday was refreshingly mellow, caught up on the footy (Thank god for Danny Pugh), went to a car boot sale where The Boy got a cuddly R2 D2 that beeps & whistles when you squeeze it & did my shopping which included the purchase of Embrace’s “Out of nothing” album.

MONDAY – Work was ok again, bought the Star Wars trilogy on DVD (Yay!) & then last night took Funny Dance to the pub to watch Man U vs. Liverpool. It was good to catch up as I hadn’t seen him for weeks. He & They Used To Be Even Bigger are expecting another baby despite this Funny Dance is becoming some sort of all conquering shagging machine & currently has 3 other women on the go. I’m ashamed, jealous & proud of him all at the same time. Some of the London Baby! guys were also in the pub & they’re all getting excited about this weekend's impending festivities & so am I. In The Same Boat was out with his little brother, Manchild who is 17 & a nice lad but typically 17. He was telling me that he’s got 2 girls he’s seeing at the mo & with great pride he told me that one of them is 33, fit, no kids, has her own place & is a friend of Fountain Dweller’s girlfriend. Sound familiar, readers?
Yes it’s Sexy Shy Smile!!

Has anyone noticed this comment on my blog?

At 22:19, redhairblueface said...
When the starving people of Ethiopia learn how to eat blogs, I hope they get yours first.

Well redhairpooface, so do I. As it is crammed full of nourishing goodness it would no doubt be gratefully recieved.
Honestly folks what is that about?
Is it supposed to be funny?
Is it an insult that i should feel wounded by?
Is it an attempt to fleece my good readers into viewing the blog of redhairpooface?
By the way, I usally click on the name of any comment leavers straight away as I like to know who's reading but in your case i shall make an exception.

"In fact I don't know the questions anymore"

So today I shall commence with some big ups.

Big up to Cheryl for actually taking the time to listen to some Easyworld, bless you for that & for thinking my life may've been exciting enough to keep me from my blog.

Big up to The Duke Of Jokes for bringing the memory of Irrelevance into the 21st century. They truly were a quite remarkable synth pop duo from the mid 80's. The lead singer was fabulous; a strong yet beautiful voice, a gifted songwriter ("State of confusion" was a classic!) & devilishly handsome if a little porky. I wonder what became of him...

Big up to Charby for not totally slaughtering me & my pitiful football team in the face of harsh provocation. I bow before you miss.

Work has been surprisingly painless so far this week & today was so mellow I actually had the chance to write a new tune. It's a choppy, spunky little number & it goes by the name of "Leave the poor girl alone". I have high hopes for it.

I have booked Friday off work because Dream Girl & I are going to London. It's all perfectly innocent. She has to go to the Swedish embassy to get her passport & I thought it may be cool & full of Swedish people (for people read women).
Other than that I simply love London & any opportunity to go there is fine by me, speaking of which, next weekend should see the return of London Baby! YES!

Right, I'm off to have a spliff & watch "Indiana Jones & the last crusade", be good folks.

"All that we've done it wont be forgotten, goodnight"

Hello mateypeeps!
My weekend has been tinged with sadness. I found out on Thursday night that Easyworld, one of my favourite bands, have split up. Now Easyworld were special, not just a great band but a band who’ve soundtracked my life for the last 3 years. A band whose songs have moved me to tears. Most of all though a band whose songs have had a very personal impact on me & my inability to let go of that person who lives in my heart. It was always a great re-assurance to hear that I wasn’t the only saddo desperately clinging to a dream (sorry Dav!). I have e-mailed Dav (the main man) to thank him for his music & it’s profound effect on me. Dream Girl is also very saddened by the split & we spent hours on Friday mourning their passing while Reckless smirked.
Now I implore all of you to make an effort to listen to at least one track of theirs. I strongly recommend the following:
Tonight
Til the day
Drive
Goodnight
A stain to never fade
Junkies & whores
Bleach
Saddest song
How did it ever come to this?

Now obviously there are many more tracks to savour but any of those would be a good start, go on, do it for me please.
Away from that life has been very uneventful since my last post. So I’m going back to my black armband….
Easyworld RIP

"They say I'm mental but I'm just confused"

I think I may be spending too much time on my computer. I wrote the last post on Microsoft word then pasted it onto my blog. When done I went back to word & deleted it. I swear that paperclip guy looked at me like I was mental when I said no I don't want to save it.

"Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes"

So I’ve been having a quite beautiful soak in the bath & in the absence of anything actually happening in MY life my thoughts turned to this: if I could have somebody else’s life who would I be?
Now feel free to play along at home, it can be absolutely anyone at all. Living or dead, real or fictional.
I have to say that I went through quite a few candidates prior to making my selection.
Firstly there were some of my musical heroes but all were ruled out swiftly with the exception of Dave Gahan. Now Dave’s story has many elements to it that appeal, none more so than the adulation of crowds all around the world. People, I am most ashamed to say that I really would kill to be strutting my stuff out on a stage in front of 30000 worshippers who would quiver at my every utterance. Then of course there are the enormous amounts of money & the girls. That guy must have had so many girls! Even the drugs years are enticing knowing that I’d come out the other side ok. (Mr.G would probably give me a stern ticking off for feeling like that!). Eventually though I decided against being Dave, don’t like the tattoos you see.

Then I went through a whole host of folk with no other motive than their sexual partners: Olivier French-actor-bloke – get to love & be loved by Kylie
Ross Geller – Aaah Rachel Green, surely the most perfect of all fictional women & a fine selection of friends to hang with & when did you ever see Ross skint?
Robbie Williams – A whole procession of hotties
& on & on.

In the end though my final choice had nothing to do with women or music or money at all.
Allow me to present the live I’ve chosen:
Since I was only a young boy my life has been a whirl of excitement & wonder. By my twenties I’d already travelled extensively & during my travels I’d done a lot of good deeds with wide reaching consequences. Now the organisation I worked for did recognise my great potential but I went to work for a rival where I was quickly installed as the second in command. Mark my words this company made Microsoft look like the corner shop. In taking this position though a lot of things had to change. I lost touch with my friends (I had a big fight with my best friend & I didn’t see him again for about 20 years & when I did we had another big fight & I said some things I shouldn’t have, oh yeah, then I killed him. My bad!) & knew little of my family. I did however get to wear a really cool suit for work & I hugely enjoyed the power that came with my new role. Truthfully I became quite a bad-ass, no one messed with me! And those who did soon regretted it. I still managed to travel a lot & everywhere I went I was afforded great respect & even fear. The power became a bit much to be honest & I got a bit carried away. I did some very bad things that I’m not proud of now but at the time it was a blast! Just when it looked like I would spend all my days being downright evil my long lost son came on the scene. Now to say we had a rocky start to our relationship would be an understatement. We fought tooth & nail a couple of times but bless him the boy was so full of goodness & love that in the end I told my boss where to stick his job in truly spectacular fashion. In doing so I sustained a fatal injury, but before I died I felt the unconditional love of my son & indeed the daughter I never knew anything of. Then I popped my clogs. Guess what? Somehow despite all those years of malevolence & evil I’ve ended up in a lovely never ending after life where I’ve patched up my differences with my old mate & we can just hang out forever, watching over the kids & laughing a joking about the old days. Though if he takes the piss out of my suit anymore I may have to kill him again, I miss that suit.

Yes it’s the life of Anakin Skywalker for me! (Would be super-ace if I could find a way to get Kylie in there but you can’t have everything, eh?)

"A friend with breasts & all the rest"

Conversation between Buddy With Boobs & I whilst having a fag at work:

ME: D'you know? I really fancy a bacon sandwich
HER: I thought you were going to say sex
ME: Well I could go for some of that too
HER: Instead of bacon sandwich?
ME: Figure I could have both
HER: At the same time?
ME: Why not?
HER: How would that work?
ME: Well... (demonstrates standing behind lady who is bent over, one hand gripping her & the other administering bacon sandwich to mouth)
HER: Aaah....You could be watching football at the same time
ME: (nodding vigorously) Were you a man in a previous life?

"Easy to disturb with a thought, with a whisper, with a careless memory"

Ok, whilst skipping through blogland I came across one of these quiz-type-things that everybody seems to do. The ones I've tried previously haven't really been accurate for me, but this one is pretty spot on. And guess what folks I'M WACKY!!

You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower.
This makes you a Candle burning at both ends.
You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. Not sure about that work till you drop stuff!
You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.
Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you.
Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.
You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being.
Of the 17026 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.9 % are this type.

Well I have to say that's a pretty accurate snapshot of that part of me.

I was having a sing earlier out the back of work. I stood on my pretend little stage while my I-pod provided the tunes for me to sing to my pretend little audience (as you do) & something struck me.
"Everybody hurts" came on & whilst I was singing away, my thoughts turned to the karaoke night & then naturally to Sexy Shy Smile. The thing that engaged my mind though was thus: I'm very aware that Sexy Shy Smile has only had a walk on part in my life & I've totally accepted this. However, even after her tiny fleeting appearance has long since been consigned to history I've a suspicion that I will always think of her when I hear "Everybody hurts". I'm sure for almost all of you songs evoke memories & certain songs will remind you of certain people. I couldn't help but think that Sexy Shy Smile has got very lucky there in getting such a big tune that gets heard a lot, kinda disproportionate for the size of her role in my life.
This in turn makes me wonder about the people whose lives I've passed through or ridden along with & whether they have a Flash song & what it would be?
Probably "Sexy MF"

"Meanwhile in cuckooland..."

Oh dear, I think I ought to start by apologising for inflicting my drunken self pity on you all last time. Sorry, it won't happen again.

A nice time was had on Saturday night with Reckless & Dream Girl, we stayed up well into the early hours as we worked upon Dream Girl's first venture into the world of songwriting. The song is called "Clingfilm" & it's very good.
This worries me for two reasons;
1- I'm supposed to be the songwriter round here! ;-)
2- Do I really want Dream Girl to have even more appeal for me to yearn for?

Also on Saturday there was a moment of sheer bliss, it was infinitesmally small & no one else would of noticed, probably not even the owner of the face that for only a second or two looked at me & smiled at me in a way not seen for about 18 months.
For that fleeting moment I was probably has happy as I've been this year.

"...and if you're so funny then why do you sleep alone tonight?"

So firstly as a kind of disclaimer i shouls announce that i'm very drunk & i probably shouldn't post in this condition.
But...

I've just got in from a night out. Namesake has completed his final day at my workplace so tonight has been his leaving do. For some unknown reason I went out 6 hours ago full of vim & confidence. However here I am at 1am drunk (mission accomplished) & alone (failure). I'm starting to get really sick of this & I'm wondering why I persist. Crapsville is a small town & only has a finite number of women. It also has a finite number of men who it would appear are far more actractive than I. Now I know where I come in the whole actractive thing - Phenomenally average. I also know where I come in the personality stakes - right at the fucking top! Yet in this superficial world that doesn't seem to matter. Forgive me for I am feeling sorry for myself. Before conceding defeat I spent a good half an hour desperatley looking around the club, hopelessly seeking some eye contact, a glimmer of hope. I FOUND NONE.
Now to be honest I don't even know if I want a relationship as such but I do know that I want to be held in somebody's arms, to feel wanted, to feel worthwhile. Sadly I don't, instead I sit here eating a half pounder with cheese that will only add to my unatractiveness & yearning for some love from a bunch of people (I love you all y'know) that i'll most likely never meet.
How fucked up am I?

"You make me want to SCREAM!"

And another thing...
I love the English language, it's a colourful & rich tool for expressing one's thoughts.
Since I ventured into Blogland I've had to reluctantly accept that Americans (about to alienate the lion's share of my potential readership here, oh dear) just remove the U from various words as & when they feel like it; Colour, favourite, etc. (and what's with turning the end of "centre" round?)
Having said that I can deal with that, it's a cultural thing. (Not that it's right, it's ENGLISH who said you could change it?)
Sorry.
There is a much more evil abuse of my mother tongue going on in Blogland and with alarming frequency. Here is an extract I stole (Go ahead, sue me!) from a blog yesterday....

omfg itz so b0rin....im @ skool and dis is cs....so fkin b0rin... .... .... st0pid pplz rnd me...

What the fuck is that about?

Honestly would someone tell me how this is acceptable? I do realise that it's "written" by a child but hey, how old were you when you learned to write ?

So I'd like to start a campaign against this but as you can see at the bottom of the page, no one reads this. To those who do I appeal to you, if you see any children or (god forbid) adults using language like that hit them round the head with a heavy instrument (perhaps a dictionary) until they desist. They'll thank you for it one day.
If they don't, I will.

"Life is wearing me thin"

Nowt has happened in my life this week. Nowt.
However I feel like having a bit of a rant so ladies & gentlemen let me present the things that have pissed me off this week.

People who have noises on their blogs. I have fallen into a routine of hitting the next blog button in an attempt to be amused or interested by other like-minded folk. Then all of a sudden my eardrums are assualted without warning by monkeys. Yes, fucking stupid screeching monkey noises!! WHY?? I also came across one that was accompanied by a child's music box. Again, WHY?? Now if I want a soundtrack for my adventures in Blogland I'd put some music on, oh I already have & your infernal yelping primates are drowning it out! Hey here's another question for these nutters: How many of your words do you think I read before I left your blog?

People who charge £3 post & packing for a DVD on e-bay & then send it wrapped in brown paper with a 60p stamp on it! For that money I want it to be hand delivered by a singing Geisha girl & it to be wrapped in jewel encrusted gold wrapping paper. Do the words negative feedback mean anything to you?

Work.

The fact that nobody seems to read any of this or leave comments if they do (Except for Stompp, bless him) . C'mon people I need to be validated here!

Temper Tantrum. On sunday I was at Reckless & Dream girl's having gotten drunk with them on Saturday night. I was watching Dream Girl prepare Sunday dinner with quiet anticipation. Now I'm not much of a sunday dinner kind of guy but now that I live on my own with only a microwave & a toaster for "cooking" my need for a nice feed is much greater. Then Temper Tantrum phones, could I please have The Boy as her boyfriend has been very ill & it would help her out. Of course I said yes because I'm a nice man & I love spending time with my boy. So I sadly left before dinner so I could get back to Crapsville in time for The Boy's arrival. This was about 2pm, I was home at 3. They left St. Albans (60 miles away) at 8pm & didn't arrive here till after 9. The Boy was asleep so I put him straight into bed. Did I get an apology? Does a bear shit in the public toilets in the centre of town?

Did I say work?

Bands that dont update their websites. Yes you JJ72! Last updated sometime in 2003, excellent, so the new albums coming along well then?

Anyway I think I'm done.