mratomic

Blimey!, am I spaced out now... it's jsut been non-stop for the last week we've been partying and working like demons late to bed and early to rise, with plenty of physical exertion.
Last night we went to a trendy art opening full of absolute uber-wankers. It probably means nothing to most of you but Philip Salon was one of the least pretentious/obnoxious folk present!. Still the drinks were free and the staff were pleasant especially the naked meeter greeter pair you had to squeeze between to get in the door.

Prior to that I was in the studio with ms. M working on some new radio segments, SG radio fans listen up there's some real corkers on their way...
Before that we were involved in various Manko birthday adventures that you can find out about on her page I'm sure, all I'm saying is that it's lucky for us we had a big strapping lad with a punt pole on hand to pole our punt up the Isis.

Finally I just want to emntion my latest favourite sociopath, Carl Panzram who I've been reading up on since discovering him in the work of Joe coleman. I just can't help loving his utter distain for humanity and total lack of conscience or remorse . Not sure how he'd feel about Marilyn Manson nicking his writings when he's stuck for new pop song lyrics, actually I think he'd feel the same about him as he did about everyone else, "I wish you all had one neck and I had my hands on it"