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My producer just rang and dropped a nice little bomb. Now there's a hole blown wide in my schedule: a hole two whole hours tomorrow night? Freed. It seems the Pussy-eating Pussies ate some bad you-know-what in Moscow and are too bent over the toilet to make their flight to London. I was set to catch their gig and exchange words in the after, but ah, there are some missed opportunities that are not to be missed or mourned. So long, Pussy-eaters. Best you stay in Moscow where the collective is so drenched in vodka they've long lost their sense of taste.
Two hours. Anyone up for a little vis-à-vis with Dajvey tomorrow night? Real people rate over texty typey words.
Today was Father's Day back in Ameriduh. Sent Sonny and Kerr the usual: African flowers and a dozen hits of cheeky E. Gay fathers are so easy to shop for.
Two hours. Anyone up for a little vis-à-vis with Dajvey tomorrow night? Real people rate over texty typey words.
Today was Father's Day back in Ameriduh. Sent Sonny and Kerr the usual: African flowers and a dozen hits of cheeky E. Gay fathers are so easy to shop for.