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

And God's assassins rode back into town/ And paved their way upon the cold cold ground..

I'll be the corpse in your bathtub/ Useless/ I'll be as deaf as a post/ If you hold me like a newborn..

After the Asylum we hooked up with Hugh from Christian Response and visited a number of families they help out. Those Carp are destined for a sticky end.

'Cos the dreams ain't broken down here/ Yeah he's walking with a limp...

Saturday morning we visited an "insane" Asylum hidden out in the Moldovan boonies about an hour away from Balti. There was SO much love there. In the picture at the top the bloke has no legs so his mate carries him around all day. 24/7. The midget is the gravedigger for the Asylum.

Soiuz nerushimyj respublik svobodnykh/ Splotila naveki Velikaia Rus...

Upwards at 45 degrees with Austrian airways to Vienna then onto Chisinau. Then a long drive to the orphanage where we were staying.

Now they're dragging me back with my head in a sack/ To the land of the infidel..

The Nylon magazine crew hit town for the London issue. We are cool again. Had a sarnie at the bar with Luke then Dim Sum with April Stephen etc etc. Effi Briest played again. I'm sat here just back from the east with incredible culture shock.

I wander eternally/ Invincible fog is near/ We walk the fields of war...

The crawling car at the parking lot/ Says man you should try to take a shot..

Rehab Sunday. Into town stumbling around while back in the 'hood Sandra having had some bad news none the less made the meatballs of THE GODS.

When I see your eyes arrive/ They explode like two bugs on glass...

Shot some pool with A Sturrock and Jamie James then ate a burrito up the Finsbury Park endz. Then caught wind that ace DJ crew Music For Punks were playing down at the LA2 (brilliant night: they finished the set with 'One Night In Bangkok' by Murray Head) London is brilliant at the moment but I miss my dawg. Plotting Moldava tonight.

Sleep on the left side/ Keep the sword hand free/ whatever is going to be will be...

Down to the best curry house in London through solid fireworks traffic for on the bone chicken deghi. Strange now to remember Gramps eating there with us one time. Happy Diwalli everyone. There were amazing explosions in the sky across London last night.

From New Scotland to Calgary/ The geese are high and so are we...

Happy birthday J Ol. Tired now.....