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Thursday, April 10, 2003
Hello everybody, your favouriteIraqi Minister of Information here! Americans? there are no stinking americans here! Anyway, you will all die like dogs in the street if you do not catch up with Venkman, losing their performance virginity in front of the infidels at the Flapper & Firkin hostel of sinners, on May 9th. I don't like to hype up these heathen devils but if past form is anything to go by they'll split up as soon as their first gig is over so it could be one of those seminal moments in your worthless life. Then high-tail it out of there and into the stagnant canal-side sunshine before the shock and awe of dumbsaint hits you like the mother of all rock.
Before then, maybe check out the tbc and ego so so boys also at the nu decor flapper on the 25th of April, where I will be drinking hopefully to numb the pain of the last few days of being 25. Fleeing the country well in advance is my old mate Phil, who's going around the world with three other boys, seeing all the sights of such places as Walsall and Mongolia. If you too know Phil, then you can follow his progress here - four on tour Its been a bit quiet on the paranoid android film front recently, the old film finance jar being empty and all, but quake in your western high-heeled nancy boy boots, for the mother-in-law of all paranoidandroid film projects is about to start. In the manner of "P*p Id*l" I'll soon be auditioning new talent for this hush hush project, so if you can act, or sing or dance, or draw, or paint, or write, or make music, or give head, or a combination of the above, drop me a line. |
