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As tha Hackerlogger would say in such Norfolk homeboy stlylee, this bud’s for you. I am mullered, or howeveryouspellit. Plus I am fed up. We have cancelled a gig, and I am mightily fed up, for what it’s worth. I’m sitting in an hotel in Cologne, 5 hours before I expected to be, so f*** it, I’ll give you some shit about what’s been going down wiv me homeys, brothers and sisters and QZs. I know we played in the UK, I took my daughter, the incomparably gorgeous Ms. Mae Edwards on tour with me. It’s all coming back to me now, Exeter, Powderham Castle. We done it last year, and we did it this year. What would you like me to say? Answers on an e- mailcard please to whatdoyouwantfornothing?.com.
This is great. Matt was doing the Times (yah) Quick crossword tonight. I asked him to give me a clue. "Busy postman" he said. "How many letters?" I replied. "Lots" he said. Think about it... Mae throws up on bus on way to Kettering after Exeter, (where Tommy Cooper was from folks), she’s not made to tour I’d say... However she made it there, where we spent sometime downtown, well, downsomewherethatisprettymuchclosedonSundays Tha (as I am now officially resident in Compton, LA) motherfuckintaxidriver told me that in Kettering Saturday nights is get bladdered out of your tree night however much it costs. Wow... is it like that everywhere? If it’s like that in Motherfucken Kettermuthgerfuckening then it must be. Help! The real world is calling, hey smash up that bus stand, it was looking at you funny! All those people should spend a month in Mozambique, or Sudan, and realize that for those people getting food in their bellies is ALL that matters. And also, there but for the grace of whoever go we. See that? I couldn’t say God. The world is going mentalist y’all, what a mess we’re making. I don’t think the wah on terrism as Dubya might say has made the world a safer place, far from it. My mum said to me the other day that it’s never been like this before, and she’s 85. Where do we go now, where do we go now? Ask Axl Rose, for ‘tis he, the Bard of Californiay who did utter that legendary couplet of spiritual garbage. "I’ll have 12 vowels and 16 consonants please Carol", that being Carol Doberman (or is it Voorderman?) ,she of child bearing hips and luscious breasts, which is what "where do we go now" has to offer in the old lexicon department. Roll on the elections in the USA! Supersize me! I just pray (to whoeveriIchoose) that the election in Afghanistan passes off peacefully. Look, I’m going OK? Generator packed up twice in Kettering Northants, which was absolutely thrilling, not. Restarted Hold Ya Back where we’d stopped the first time the Jenny went. Well 4 or of us did, the Reverend Rock Parfait (who is much better today, so as things stand the Frankfurt gig is on. Yippee!) just did his own version, that’s Jazz for you folks. Hamsters rock, sadly for the last time with us this year, kissee kissee Miss Maisie Mae goes home a day early, due to a bizarre chundering incident, bit cold and overcast, I don’t know what to say, except thanks for coming. Except I really mean it. You love what we do, we love what you do. 
On to Lincoln, great billy for sure, last gig for Quo before shittest holiday ever for Edwardses in Sicily, shot videos for You’ll Come Round and Thinking of You during the day. Cloud there or thereabouts. TOY is out the 22nd of Nov folks, if you don’t buy all 3 formats at least 14 times you will be shot, or thought badly of by your neighbours, and I know which is worse... Just thank your lucky stars I don’t live next door. Unless you’re a sex kitten that is. PUUURRR (semi skimmed milk por favore) I would quite like to be mad, sadly I’m not, just immature, still there you go, someone once asked me if I’d had a mid life crisis. I have not grown up so how can I have one? Vote! Wherever you are!  To Rhino's Tourlog Index |
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