It's that time of the year, with Christmas drawing near; and enemies both cold and bitter, .... I'm a bit stuck here because the best rhyme I can think of with that last line goes "stop getting up each other's shitter", but I feel a bit embarrassed putting it on my website where the whole world can see it. I worry sometimes about what some people might think of me, you know. Other times I couldn't give a wallabie's cock.  However, that poorly segues me back to the starting point... we got gigs this weekend but unless you are invited, you can't look in - because they're Christmas parties. Private. Ex-fukkin'-clusive private do's!

The sidecutters get away first with a gig at The Levels on Friday for a Christmas party Luncheon. The Sidecutters is the duo that's big for its size, etc., etc. Ahhh, what the fug. You won't be there so it won't matter what I say about The Sidecutters.

Saturday... the day with a poo right in the middle (Sa-turd-ay. Get it? Pretty funny, isn't it? No?... perhaps you're right; but I thought it was a bit funny the first time I heard it). Anyway, Saturday, The Grouse will be a-rockin' and a reelin' at Studio 89 in Prospect at a -- wait for it... private party forThe Prospectors. So there you have it; all that fun and you're left out. Still, if you smartened yourself up and bit, put on some clean undies and brushed your teeth once in a while you might get a friend who might ask you out to a ...private party.

Necks weak it's back to normal.