FURY OF THE HEADTEACHERS R.I.P.
Yes we’ve binned it, in a highly amicable and joyous fashion.
Reasons? We’ve been at this for fucking ages, had an unbelievably good time and done things we never thought we would do, but the horse collapsed and despite fearful lashing the knackered old glue-steed wouldnae take the bit. And, unlike certain dictators and light entertainers we have the good grace not to outstay our welcome. We still love each other but we’re not in love. It’s not you it’s me. I don’t want to kill you but I will… ETC
SO we’re all off to do other stuff. Mighty Joe is off to London where the good gigolo money is. Fair Prince Sir Chris ‘CHRISTOPHER!’ Loftus has headhunted his fine bassin’ bones out to the highest bidder. And the cretins left over already have another band up and retching, unnamed as of yet but poised to curl your lettuce/crimp your bubble perm/ press your cider.
THANKS to the staff and suffering family members of the various organisations who foolishly thought it might be a good idea to get involved in our juggernaut of idiocy, primarily of course our beloved Stuarts and the seldom-glimpsed Kouichi. All journalists, DJs and promoters who championed us even at great personal risk of total destruction of reputation, and anyone who ever got off on our noise, even slightly.
And that, as they say, is that. This ain’t goodbye. It’s just a backwards hello.
