Hi Kev,
I thought you might enjoy an update as your all discombobulated and stuff, no longer here with us in this mortal rugby-scrum-of-a-form. I usually fucking hate these kind of notes to the deceased, you know the kind of thing: ‘hey, hey, hey bro…’ as if you can hear me, or as if you can read these lame words, however, with you mate, i thought it might make your spirit fizz, froth, and chuckle a little. And, it makes me feel less like i’m going so stour-crazy in your absence, and a bit more like your on a very very long holiday in some shit hole of a resort, with no wifi.
Gordon Bennet, you really shuffled off the stage at a strategic point eh? sneaky bastid! and you set the 2016 death pool in motion that savaged many of your favourite artists like Prince, George Michael, Bowie, and Leonard Cohen. You woulda’ bin well gutted mate. Even Carrie Fisher died, maybe she’s already on the eternal dancefloor spinning on that galactic pole!
Well, i suppose you’d want the low down on what’s going in town, and with your mates. A who’s who of who, and who’s doing who. Sorry, not tellin’…it’s just all as well as can be expected bro’, it’s not like anybody went and died or nothing like that, but indeed, some might be seen as the living dead on the dancefloor compared to yowa’ kevbot (had to drop the bot in here) Did i mention what a great time i had at your wake? man, after a few drinks i half expected you to walk in the door, pulling a Jesus move on us, but no. Seems you’re really dead, whatever that means.
DEEP SCRATCH 