ho ho ho...

lest I become unable to laugh my arse off in the face of adversity...

the source of the gag I made on channel today that caused me to be unable to type for about a minute (thanks, Jim, you owe me new pants)...



;)

also, for the interested, taster nibbles of the new tracks:

Music To Crash Cars To - DEMO - DeathBoy

Relinquish (Black and Blue) - DEMO - DeathBoy

they're both 1:30 samples of as yet unfinished tracks.

Like the slack bastard I am, these fuckers aren't going to be freely downloadable...

.. actually, apart from trying to give some fevered incentive for people to buy the cunting CD when it's out, I'm probably in breach of contract by putting the demos up.

Fuck knows.

They're not finished anyway.

If Lee or Mark fancy slapping my arse then actually, please give me a yell.

For the first time in a long time, I'm truly SERIOUSLY in the mood for a good, bloody *fight*.

Me stick.

Round the back of the bike sheds.

I've thrown Phildo's satchel on the gym roof.

You can bring one mate.

Oh, and in case you wondered, my dad is *IN FACT* bigger than *your* dad.

night night.

DUMB. FUCKING. LUCK.

The one day a month when I have to actually go into town, catch tubes, wander through london to find a place, etc (which normally isn't a problem), I look out the window and THE PLACE IS COVERED WITH COCKING SNOW.

I *like* snow, but now I get to look forward to a freezing, frequently-interrupted journey.

Well, that's it.

I'm not standing for this.

I'm off to kick the shit out of a toddler.

She's had it coming to her.

Pah.