Back From Hols

Holy Mother of all of Fuckdom, do I pick times to go on the lam! Labour leadership, mad fucker going gun-crazy in Cumbria and all the fall out of the Israeli commando cock-up on the flotilla of aid... And Michael Jackson dying! No, wait, that was last time, it was Stuart Cable this time. And he was hardly Keith Moon so y'know, who really gives a shit?

Anyway, I found somewhere in the Canaries that played Devo and Men Without Hats. Happy days!

I shall return with some abusive musings when the booze has subsided and the gross horror that is the real world has suitably left its size 9 imprint on on my scrotum. Tomorrow probably...