Do you tweet?  May I tweet you?  It's my tweet.  Twick or twee...
okkkkk.  I'm tired.

Anyhoo, you can follow our amazing and astounding tweets at:
http://www.twitter.com/mhamiltonmusic

Let's be twitter palz.

In other news, a blog called Grubtunes  compared thee to a summer's day.  Thou art more temperate...

Wait.  As a personal exercise, I am now going to see if I remember a sonnet I learned in theatre school.  Prepare thyself:

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
For they, in thee, a thousand errors note.
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.

Nor are my ears with thy tongue's tune delighted.
Nor tender feelings to base touches prone.
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone.  (<-- good one.  sensual feast with thee.  that's why bill got all the ladies.  pay attention, gents.)

But my five wits, nor my five senses
Can dissuade one foolish heart from loving thee.
Who leaves unswayed, the likeness of a man.
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be.

Only my heart, thus far, I [shit] my [blame?]
That she that makes me [damnit] awards me pain.

Here's what I screwed up:
"Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain."

Never liked that ending, anyhow. (That's a lie because I'm mad that I forgot it.)

So, love on, people. Poetically. And physically. I'm not sure why I'm writing like this today,
but I am, so...

Come to London!
Come to Windsor!
Come come come. And also come. (sensual feast with thee)

What?
Get me off this thing.
MH (the VC had no part in this)