For those of you who have arrived since my last visit, I have a simple request, no "...and you are?" type replys as my already fragile ego has taken a battering of late, especially in Sisters-world. Suffice to say I've missed you all deeply (except that bloke who thought Dominion was some-kind of Ant-Semites coded bible?! Has he gone away now mommy 
)The reason for my prolonged abscence was twofold. I lost my job, and my house, and now live on a mates settee in Charlton whilst jobseeking across our smelly capital; secondly my lack of employment and a house meant that all my big-mouthed talk of trailing Von and the boys round Fair Europa was exposed as so much narcissistic hot-air (Kinda, reminds me of Kierkegaard's favourite joke, you know, Guy 1 says"I'll definitely see you tommorow" to Guy 2, Guy 1 killed by falling tile on way home...ho-hum..anyway you get the idea, I made promises my wallet couldn't keep).
As at one point I thought I was going to miss the entire tour, I shied away from all Sissies related material to avoid throwing myself onto the central line in jealous distress at all you lucky buggers partying all over the occident as recruitment consultants laughed at my CV. Luckily, thanks to the limitless generosity of certain Mssrs Ord and Czuba (Gods among men) I was furnished with tickets for both London nights as a compensation for my loss. For me to review those gigs would be pointless, as the stress-relief they provided me with in my present situation made them seem like more fun and surreal than stealing Shirley Manson's knickers from the launderette, with Lemmy as a getaway driver.
Suffice to say: Marian and Valentine!!!!f**k yeah....
Anyway, hello all, I doth return, be gentle.
RobF
P.S. Anyone need an unemployed music journo? (Sorry, Aemoeba, thanks Von. And yes, I know that for someone who makes his living from the English language, I have a rather tenous grasp of it's most basic formalities, I blame Thatcher's evil abolition of free school milk when I was 5).......
