:: Strike Down the Band ::

Well hello!

Those of you slavering for a slice of the Devukha pie might have been chomping at the bit of late. Tight deadlines and almost daily rehearsals have severely restricted my ability to think, let alone express my mind-guff in a coherent fashion. Beyond a weekend fling at a well known Slough borstal, the social scene seems to have waned a little too. And some very sad news too: Blondinka B has left England's pleasant pastures for Uncle Sam's drive-through Dubya-ville. But who knows, I might get to see her at New Year if the proposed visit to L Russe Bezuhoff comes to fruition.

Talking of Americans over here, a site I saw today claims David Blaine Is A Fraud. I couldn't possibly comment on this and haven't ventured to Tower Bridge to see the verbal incompetent in his giant Ferrero Rocher box. Many people have noted he doesn't seem to have got hugely thinner - perhaps his genetic make-up is predisposed towards a more "substantial figure":

(Thanks to Dr Frank off of b3ta)

More topical foppery in the news that Ben Elton's latest musical opened last night. Based on the records of... Rod Stewart! God, if it wasn't enough to squash Queen's greatest hits into an indigestible three-hour bolus of theatrical bollocks. The man should be shot. At least he doesn't appear to be involved in another musical romp through the back catalogue of a great artist: The Lennon Project. Even saints aren't spared the Musical Make-over. Stop me before my stomach lining ruptures from vomiting...

Other important news of the past few days involves pastry phalli and the fact that VESUVIUS MAY ERUPT AGAIN AT ANY MINUTE. Only joking.

Oh, and some hell-raising former coke-head stole the Booker. More info here.

Erm, that's it. Nice to be with you again. We must do this more often.

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