Mook

I used to play in a band with 3 mini-skirted backing singers & it made me up my game in the hope I'd end up shagging one of them. Needless to say it never worked.

My Dad is good pals with Darryl the bass player, a brilliant bloke & knows his music inside & out. I've met them a few times when I was younger & Shane was always fucking blootered as you'd probably imagine. They always gave my brother & me backstage passes & free t-shirts. I fucking love A Pair of Brown Eyes, put it on the jukey in the boozer last week.

Of course, he's fucking brilliant.

He should be sent back in time & drowned at birth.

One year ago today.

Now you're talking.

From what I can make out his talent has been picked up online & people have chipped in to get that old shitheap of a drum kit shipped across to him.

This is absolutely magical...

Go fuck your mother.

Last night he only shat on the sponge we use to wash the dishes so we reckon it's a very real possibility that he can fly. I did see him leap right over a trap the other night. This mouse has balls, I'll give him that. No name yet, how does 'General Zod' sound?