Now we bend all the clubs. The greens will be free!

New Year at you.

Last year we did some very interesting stuff and made a lot of music. By the end I was pretty knackered so it was nice to have a rest, although I am itching to resume the music making in earnest now and play some gigs. We will have to wait until February before we can do anything because I am off to Denmark to collect the Wandering Dane and won’t be back until the 2nd of February, which is a shade frustrating. Frustrating that I am going on holiday for two weeks? Like hell it is. I need topping up with Tuborg and herrings before my bearings seize up.

There’s a lot going on this year; we’re on track to move to Liverpool and the Sereia de Curitiba show will be taking off in May. Thank goodness I have a calendar otherwise I would not know whether I was comina-coming or goina-going. I also have a nice diary which I may well have to use this year. Blimey. Somewhere along the line it would be nice to make a new CD as well. Not sure how the home recording thing is going to progress at the moment, but I do know a very nice man who is going to let us use his new basement recording studio to do the music for the Sereia de Curitiba project, so maybe we can do some there. I have new songs and efferyfink.

For the world at large 2006 was a year where thousands, if not millions, got murdered in the fallout from the machinations of devils and demons, or well intentioned statesmen, clerics and leaders, depending on your point of view. It would be fanciful to suppose that 2007 will be any different. 2006 was a year that a lot of people realised just how impotent they had become, but few of them cared anymore. I wonder how this will affect us in 2007. I wonder how many more innocent and largely impoverished people are going to lose their lives so a minority of people can accumulate more power and more wealth.

I wonder if Thatcher is going to die now. Maybe she will die of a broken heart now that Pinochet is dead. The fucker. Hope so. Maybe me and Elvis Costello will go and dance on her grave. If she gets a state funeral I am going to spend the rest of the year screaming.

In other news: there was a special offer on some Celebrity Bread in the supermarket the other day. I purchased some because there was little else. It is indeed celebrity bread in every way; just like normal bread but with better wrapping and an air of indefinable luxury which, on examination, is utterly ephemeral. I shall not be buying it again. Celebrity bread, bah.

I think that here would be a good place for the maintenance of an ongoing gag which has surprised me in its popularity. Prolonged! That was most likely the kiss of death for it. Pessimistic!

Here’s a new challenge for you, which, if you are skillful, you can combine with the gag I just mentioned. Advisory! Last year we continued to hear about the erosion of British Culture, Heritage and Way of Life by the foreign menace and the fact that no one is telling Johnny Foreigner to Straighten Up, Fly Right and Play with a Straight Bat. What I could not work out, because I’m obviously a bit slow, is what bits of British Culture they were referring to.

If anyone can think of anything worth saving from the hordes amassing at the gates why not note it down here and I will post it to the God King of Albion, who lives in Norfolk and is married to his sister and has webbed feet. He’ll sort it out. Up Britannia! Up My Country! Up Yours!