Well, it seems The King has well and truly returned.

As Mori would say, we were humbled. We were truly humbled. We were just really humbled by the huge turnout of rabid Farookians at the Gaelic last night. What a complete bunch of crazy fuckwits, I've gotta say. Singing along with all the words... doing all the actions... getting up and dancing on the stage... you guys truly brought back the magic that we'd lost somewhere along the way. Thankyou.

Big big thanks also to The Bakery and Dimity Claire (and associated Bleeding Hearts) for helping us put on such a good show.

And a special, heartfelt thankyou and fond farewell to our manager Nathan Farrell. You'll always be a part of the crew mate. Not because we like you or anything, but because our stink doesn't wash off without industrial-grade solvents.

Finally, I can officially announce for those who couldn't make it, that original guitarist Bret "Oysta" Hunt is back in the band and all I can say is thank fuck for that, because not only does he bring his impeccable sense of rhythm to the mix, he also brings his damn sexy self. Am I right ladies? Am I right? Tell me I'm right. Please just tell me. Even if you don't mean it.

Now that we've got our reunion show out of the way, it's heads down, bums up, and tits off to the side as we work on newies for ya. We couldn't decide whether to go Country or Western so we split the difference and we're going to the pub instead. There it is hoped that the spirits of musos long dead will speak to us via the medium of the electronic jangle of the poker machines, imparting their wisdom unto us that we may boldly go forth and acost - yes acost - an unsuspecting public with music so fresh that it just might blow your fucking mind out your bumhole and into the mouth of the little person who just happened to be standing right behind you at that precise moment. Sucks to be him. But then, we both know why he was there, and why you had no pants on at the time. Are you going to make me have to say it out loud?

Didn't think so. Now get back to work and stop asking me to do things that are admittedly tempting, yet we both know will just end up making us uncomfortable around each other.