Gnash gnash gnash ...

Alright alright! To my legions of fans I can only apologise for my disappearance. Blame Classic Rock for making me actually work for my money. Or blame the taxi driver who effectively kidnapped me and 'er indoors on Saturday night and dumped us in Rotherham. Blame the liars (Ibis) who describe a hotel that's actually in the middle of the Derbyshire countryside as being in 'South Sheffield', thus making us catch a fucking bus to Chesterfield just so we could get back to where we needed to be hours late. Blame the army of bastards who booked up every fucking hotel in the city because they needed to have sex with their secretaries rather than face the bleak prospect of Saturday night at home with the wife 'n' kids ... oh fuck this!