Actually, I was feeling down and a good friend who lives all the way out in San Diego sent me an e-mail to cheer me up. I opened the attachment and it was a picture of her, taking a photograph into a mirror, of her ass. Now don't be getting any sexified thoughts. It didn't look like penthouse, but it was a picture of her bum and she was right, it really did cheer me up.
Decorum prevents me from repeating the lyrics I am hearing out of John Lydon's brother's mouth Jimmy right now, with a very low PIL-ish low bass beat like Jah Wobble and reggae, man. I told you we need the fucking post punk reggae. PIL forever. Never mind. I need another beer.
You don't know how tempted I was to reveal the news on Paxacidus before you'd announced it yourself. Infact if you hadn't confessed today I very likely would have spilled the beans tonight anyway.
For Pixie claims to have blue hair, folks! STAY TUNED!