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Thanking Her

Well, we had Thanksgiving over here yesterday, a little slice of America on a British table. Our friends had invited us over because they're a little better geared up for big dinners and our dining room is being used as a storeroom for now.

Whilst everyone gave thanks for friends, family, food and having a decent life compared to some poor souls in the world I was simply thankful for everything, and I mean that. I could go on for hours about how much I'm grateful for, but everything is sweet.

And today, after such a wonderful dinner I'd like to thank my wonderful fiancée for doing all that cooking. I mean ALL that cooking. I didn't bother her, I let her be. I helped in so far as I grabbed some ingredients, stirred some soup but mostly stayed well out of the way.

Thanks Babe :)

Never Mind the Bollocks, here's...

The Sex Pistols!

I helped a friend move house some months back and loaded the trusty old wagon with gear, drove from his old pad to his new pad and helped him set up in a funky little place on a high hill overlooking the picturesque town of Guildford. I refused any offers of cash or meals, just happy to help out a friend :)

When I got a txt message saying "Do you like the Sex Pistols?" I said "Hell yeah" and was then offered a ticket to see the Sex Pistols at Brixton Academy.

Man, The Cribs weren't too bad a support band, and Goldie was good on the decks for a while until we just got bored with the boom-boom-boom of drum 'n' bass... so, as much as I like and respect him & his music, I stuck my fingers up and shouted for the Pistols. We all did.

John Lydon's a fucking hero, he always has been and his on-stage addiction to Chloroseptic was 21st century punk rock! Glen Matlock's hair was getting kinda prog rock and Steve Jones ate all the pies!

Pretty Vacant, I'm a Lazy Sod, No Feelings, New York, Did You No Wrong, Liar, Holidays, Sub-Mission, Stepping Stone, No Fun, Problems, God Save the Queen, Bodies, Anarchy in the UK. I mean it, maaaan!

We stood by the mixing desk to get the best view, best sound and to avoid the flying beer but hey were fucking excellent, and I'm honoured to have seen the bastards play live.

Will I get the chance again, I dunno. But I'll let my ears stop ringing before I see them again.

Brad & Angelina

Stepping out of the restaurant on Leicester Square we spied a red carpet being rolled out... We investigated...

Wow, it's the European Première of Beowulf, how cool is that? Oh yeah, and who's in it again? Ah right... scripted by Neil Gaiman and all in CGi with the voices of Ray Winstone, Sir Anthony Hopkins, John Malkovich and Angelina Jolie...

Holy cow, here comes Neil Gaiman, and Ray Winstone... and the kind security girl tells me Angelina's on her way over with Brad in tow too...

Quick, get the five-year-old autograph hunter to act as a lure for the photos...

Damn, missed Neil Gaiman on that one... let's try Ray Winstone...

Ah, knew he couldn't resist... now for Brad... oh yes, and he's told Angelina to sign too...