somebody, quick, burn the man a live cd, willya? i, ever the pinko rat commie socialist, will even pay for the shipping.
mick, you are so not funny it's not even funny. i've emailed ursela and asked her to really wind up and when you least expect it let a real barnburner fly to your beloved and beer-soaked bollocks (sorry to let the cat out of the bag, but we neglected to mention that that was the prize). perhaps after your hobbit beak attains a burnt sienna hue you'll be allowed to warble falsetto on db's next opus.
