Back Innit

A lot of you fine people have been emailing me saying I should chill the fuck out, which is fair, but I really ain't got time for that hoopla Right At This Second. Today I woke up from some totally messed up tour dreams that I wish I couldn't remember, and got straight back on my crazy horse. I laced a beat, did some nasty money shit, put my flowers in a food mixer (not like THAT bebbehdawl, I aint got no vase) and went into MTV's HQ for a meeting. Now, I'm blaz-ay like Top Cat as you KNOW, but I have to admit to beight slightly taken aback for, like, a second, when, expecting to be meeting, like, a person, I step into a boardroom full of Serious TV People, who proceeded to grill me like a fine steak on the inner workings of myself and my Donsquad. Anyway, it was all good like them Waltons, and afterwards I headed back to Don Studios to write my Christmas Number One with Jeremy. Shit sounds goshdang TRAGIC in a very lush way, in the context of my cannon its kinda Joe Mangle as visualised by Franz Kafka, SEEME?

Anyway, those bitches at Bulldog done cut me offa my internet at 9pm, which is weird AND rude, so I'm still posting from a Blackberry with no spellcheck, and it is seriously hard to link to anything, but I had to get my HTML on to point you at the truly fucking dissapointing KKKramer shit<|a>, what a load of DICK, I loved that dude! Next they'll be telling me Morrissey's a racist! Oh, hang on...