Check under his floorboards Momma/ I don't like his city grin/ He got a beat up Rambler with Nebraska plates/ I ain't gettin' in..

Some bands from this week. HOLY GHOST REVIVAL and MGMT.

The preacher man says it's the end of time/ He says that Americas rivers are running dry...

Capper cooked up a fine Roast Beef over in Stoke Newington.

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away/ They haunt this dusty beach road/ In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets..

The (really) amazing CHERRY GHOST played last night.

In an interstella burst/ I'm back to save the universe..

Think of London, a small city/ It's dark, dark in the daytime...

The amazing BEGGARS and the incredible THE DUKE SPIRIT played 299 Great Portland Street last night.

And LA she waits/ Like a poisonous snake/ Coiled up with her diamonds in the hills...

This is the New South/ Take a picture of me/ Cos this is getting fuckin' ugly...

Sam S H, Rha and Gizzi shot load of delicious food today (Gizzi is too Rock 'N Roll for T.V's 'How To Cook Yourself Thin'which reveals a very good attitude) Inspired I bought some Rib-Eye and Broccoli tonight. Let's see if I can cook it before that bottle of Castle Of The Devil takes hold...hold on! I just ate. Delicious!

Be careful what you wish for friend/ 'Cos I been to hell and now I'm back again..

I have a new ride. M.O.T permitting....

I indeed sold my soul, without glancing a the price/ No instructions when I was handed this device..

Shoot at The Lemonade Factory with Christopher Lane day after landing. Then celebrating BIG news with Cornelius Hope over Clerkenwell then back to Sintra with Dailytitlow and the lovely Ingrid. See what I mean about culture shock?

Fly me home on a big jet plane/ Fly me home through the thunder and the rain..

Andrei our bodyguard asked me to look after his Gat as he drove us to the airport. He had our back on the whole trip and we are Tovarishch. I think he may have killed quite a lot of people. Not much writing about Moldova I know but I'm going to do a proper iweb site very soon. Much love to everybody out there. Got back to Heathrow feeling pretty psyched.

I'm staring at the money that burns in my hand/ I'm dancing for dollars/ And for an angry man

I was born my papa's son/ A wandern' eye and a smokin' gun...