Dave Meets The Pope!
Grabbed your attention, didn't I? Well, Dave didn't really meet the Pope. But here's the latest rant. (P.S. This image I found is sure to get us into trouble, but that's our style.) Enjoy!Gday Jetters!
Hopefully our agent can pull finger and start doing something to promote the gigs instead of just taking a phone call and collecting money from us! Pigs may fly as well, but hope springs eternal.
The new album is finished. Has anyone got an idea for a fucking title please?!?! I'm not joking, trying to get the boys to decide on one is fuckin' torture. (Ed: Put your title ideas at the end of this post....)
I'm sick to death of the details of the lives of so called celebrities. If you honestly think there is something important to know about celebrities private lives, then YOU are a fuckin' waste. The only thing I want to read is when Amy Winehouse fuckin' dies so I can send a thank you note to Phillip Morris tobacco and her drug dealer.
So in summing up let me say:
- Having two kids is at least double the work, if not more, of having one.
- The pope is a Nazi.
- Celebrity watching is for people without lives.
- The Jets need an album title. Now.
- Our agent is getting a free ride.
- Amy Winehouse needs to up her consumption of drugs , alcohol and tobacco.
- And me, I need a lie down and a bex powder.
See ya's at the shows this week.
Gleeso!
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