After our delightful feast of blue cod this evening and prior to our confrontational game of scrabble, we participated in a little competition that we like to call "Stupid Band Names". The parameters for this game are as follows:

- If asked to comprise a band name using the three categories... mystical creature, medical procedure, and surname- then you might come up with "Goblin Circumcising Jackson".....other gems might include "Sheen Skivvy Spleen" (movie star surname, clothing, body part)...i think you get my tokyo drift.

We invite you the reader, to devise a band name adhering to the following categories... star sign, element from periodic table, and 80's pop star. The winner of this competition will be the lucky recipient of one (1) obscene text message from our friend Murray....or if you happen to be that girl in the raspberry beret that was puking her tits off at Leon and Imogen's Golden wedding anniversary the other night ( which was absolutely divine btw) then it's likely that Murray will send you a smutty text anyway.

Moving on...since the last installment of the chronicles of ATLAS, we have created several new, and very tasty pop songs...one's to chill you to the very core!!! We should be putting new songs up sometime soon as well...so stay alert, cuz you don't wanna be the last kid on your block to taste-test the new material.

So..i recently was informed that my beautiful mother has been indulging in these works of literary mastermind (our blogs). As you can imagine, this warmed the cockles of one's proverbial heart. So for you dear mother, i have this...

"Did you ever know that your my hero?
Your everything I wish I could be.
And I can fly higher than an eagle
Cuz you are the wind beneath my wings"

Speaking of flying...i should make my departure from cyberspace for the evening, as i must pack my bags for the Fiji's Strongest Man competition. (just kidding mum)

chur to the chur
-S