Third Blog of the Day Warning.

I'm sorry, this was a bare-assed lie.

There is in fact no Third Blog.

Instead, please feel free move directly down to the Second Blog and below to the First Blog and maybe even to the previously entitled Suede blog - or even the one before that. Or you may in fact just choose to relax in the gentleman's manner. Mmm, quite.

Thankyou.

Second Blog of the Day Warning.


Well, things are still rocking along and tomorrow is Halloween here in Prague and we currently have five party options open for perusal. I can see us attempting to get a see-in at all of them, but most likely we will go and see Blaq Mummy - the maddest band in the city by a Golden Mile, but decent chaps to share a drink with none-the-less.

However there is the slight problem of a lack of requisite halloweeny costume. Unlike last year in London when me, James T and some other very scary people terrorised the unsuspecting suburb of Wimbledon as drunken ghouls and flayed demons. (I think there's a blog about that somewhere back in the archives..God damn it's been over a year!)

I don't think that performance can be topped, but we'll give it a go. So it shall be makeup and wig shopping tomorrow..hm, nothing new then.

Maybe I can come as Count Homoginised - remember him kiddies?! Yep Russell from Playschool and Telethons and the old CTV. I remember mum taking me to see him drink a whole pint of milk from the old glass bottles at Northlands Mall. I think he was doing a promotional tour around the region in conjunction with the Dairy Board or something. He looked a bit crook to be honest, poor guy. A constant diet of milk. Everywhere he went, even out of costume, kids would recognise him and squeal out: "Hey wow - it's Count Homoginised!! Drink some milk!!!" (I know I did.)
Sad... Just be glad, Count, that we didn't have a tenth as many malls then as we do today.

'Songs for Bedtime' (First Blog of the Muthafuckin' Day, Y'all)

I was just about to do the old write out some nice Nine Inch Nails song lyric thing here, but I thought better of it. Even though Trent writes some dynamite shit which I know I can relate to as much as anyone, here's The Laughing Gnome for you instead..
(By Mr. Bowie.)

Wasn't that grand?!!

I have taken that down now as it was a bit big and messy.