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Heruka:
So now I'm settling in to do some work, and I've just raided the kitchen for a snack. I ended up with celery and ranch salad dressing, saltines and honey. I've already went through the celery, which were great dipped in the dressing. Now I'm onto the crackers. Growing up I loved honey. It was great. I would put in on anything. But now, it's not so good. It just rubs me the wrong way. There was this one evening many years ago. I suppose I was about twenty or twenty-one or thereabouts. When after a wild night of drinking downtown, we were stuck. All the bars had closed, all the stores had shut down, and we were too drunk for either of us to drive the 30 miles home. Luckily it was summer. We were stranded, no booze, no girls, nothing. And we were way too hammered to go to sleep. You know that place, where you've drank past the falling asleep stage. The only hope was to drink into unconsciousness. So while wandering through downtown we went into one of the hotels. Nice hotels. Nothing like I would stay at, the Motel 6 type thing. But a really sweet one.
We found our way into this place without being noticed apparently. We continued to walk till we found the dance hall. The place where parties are usually held. Now once in this room, as drunk as we were, we began to investigate. We then found a room in the back of hall. But it was locked. And everything else was emptied of all the goods. So, we did as drunk people do, we broke the lock. Now, we weren't bad kids, me, to this day I can't lie and look someone in the face without getting all nervous and breaking out into a sweat. I'm just no criminal. But we broke into this lock and discovered the motherload. A lovely selection booze and little packets condiments. Ketchup, mustard, honey, butter. And I gotta tell you, we dug in. I don't recall how many packets of honey I had. I don't even remember the type of booze we were drinking. But we continued our drinking escapade. We settled behind the bar where we thought nobody could find us, where we were hidden. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Sometime later we were rudely waken up by several security guards. And were escorted off the premises. They never pressed charges. Which was good for us. We mustn't have seemed like the lawbreaking type. They would never have found us hadn't we passed out back there behind the bar. To this day, I have a hard time eating honey. Mentally I want, but when I begin to eat it, it becomes a different story.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 1:35:44 am)

For Tom, from the XTC website:
XTC are negotiating with Virgin for the use of all their promo films. Keep your fingers crossed for a complete DVD in the near future.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 1:48:33 am)

(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 2:05:00 am)

Queenie:
Eric Burden was one badass rokker.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 2:22:16 am)

Queenie:
Burten. However you spell it.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 2:22:22 am)

Queenie:
Burdon.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 2:22:35 am)

(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 3:06:10 am)

(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 4:25:22 am)

Decoy:
Still no English. Morning all. What a read from yesterday afternoon. Blood-letting torquoise? Our CEO here is polish, he says shitski a lot. This shitski, that shitski.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:34:54 am)

Cushca:
Will you e-mail me your telephone number please. I have something VERY important to tell you. Only if you're not busy, of course.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:38:30 am)

Decoy:
OK
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:39:37 am)

Cushca:
Thank you sir.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:40:07 am)

Decoy:
I love good news.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:49:21 am)

Decoy:
Its better than a law suit.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:49:45 am)

Cushca:
THE MOTHERFUCKING BUCKET HAT IS HERE!!!! HUZZAH!!! AND THE LOVELY COOKIES THAT BELA PUT IN WITH MY MERCH!!!! THEY'RE HERE TOO! AND THEY'RE LOVELY!!! I WANT TO MAKE GENTLE, SKILLFUL YET PASSIONATE AND BREATH-TAKINGLY WILD LOVE TO YOU ALL. BUT ONLY AFTER AT LEAST TWO HOURS OF FOREPLAY AND ORAL SEX. I AM SO HAPPY.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 8:52:25 am)

Decoy:
I guess it'll be a busy afternoon.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:00:41 am)

Cushca:
Hey, you're first in line buddy.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:01:22 am)

Chewing Wax:
Hey!
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:18:35 am)

Cushca:
You're next.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:20:03 am)

Decoy:
That gives me an idea, a new merchandise idea : "Cushca Was Here" Boxer Shorts. Cushca's modesty permitting, of course.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:20:22 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
ALL RISE: GB IS HERE.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:24:33 am)

Decoy:
I can't stand up.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:24:53 am)

Chewing Wax:
Thanks to Cushca's exclamatory posting, I'd already risen.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:25:04 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Ah that's alright. Figure of speech. I'm going to the bar, who wants a drink?
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:25:05 am)

Cushca:
Put a satchel on your lap.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:25:13 am)

Chewing Wax:
I'll have a lime rickey
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:25:46 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Bird: you are a potty mouth. But it's good for business and I get 40%, so who's complaining.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:25:49 am)

Kitty:

There's always room for one more girl in Kitty's house!
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:26:57 am)

Cushca:
'You can leave your bucket hat on.'
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:28:39 am)

Decoy:
The satchel didn't work, I'll have a Sprite and rum.
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:28:57 am)

Decoy:
Isn't that a Van Morrison song?
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:29:26 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Hey kids! A singer named Van, just like the vehicle!
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:30:08 am)

Decoy:
Cocker?
(Tue Apr 30, 2002 - 9:30:29 am)