That's why most girls go belly-up in this economy

Alright.

A quick one.

No poems this week, although a few are in the pipeline, fans.

I've been consulting with lawyers about this whole Bogwoppit thing. God, lawyers are boring!

I wrote this the other evening:

La, la, la - no

Close the curtains across the sky.

It's no longer pleasing to my eye.

I don't want to read the newspapers.

I don't care for their callous capers.

Sky scrapers, Babel taught the world to sing.

We don't remember anything.

Why should I feel your skin on my skin

When there's bridges to build and legacies to win?

Run down. Run down.

Run down to the centre of the town.

Take off all of your stupid clothes.

Show me, show me how it feels to be loathed.

Run down. Run down.

Run down to the centre of the town.

Shout it out loud, you outlaw:

I'm not in love with you anymore.

...because I got a new ukelele and have been getting back into it. It's pink.

Oh, I also went to End of The Road Festival 2008.

Yes.

And I just saw Andrew WK give a motivational speech.

I felt it.