In these troubling times, it is a glorious moment when you hear promising news. That we should be the bearers of good news is a rarity, as usually our guitar player has fucked off or gone to work on a cucumber farm in Outer Mongolia.
However, we confirm today that we are being represented forthwith by BACK TO THE FUTURE Management. Which is good for us, cos we can barely co-ordinate a rehearsal bewteen us without someone 'getting married', or 'doing the knowledge'.
This means that next year SF are going to hit the ground like one of Wile-E-Coyote's failing anvils. Except that we'll hit said ground and sprout legs that run a hell of a lot faster than the Roadrunner we were trying to kill. Oh yes. Kids under the age of 24 probably wont know what the buggery that means.
More news as it floods in to SF HQ.
Much love. x