Thursday, 4 February 2010


Gotta love the internet. Hadn't seen my (suspected half brother) James Merry in years when out the blue:

"Squelch! Squeaky pop! Ye Gods, I just snuffled out your blog, feel like I'm wearing your bra n panties all over again...any time you're in das caribbean pleeease come and stay in my sex nest on the beach..."
(it gets unrepeatable after this)

James may have bagged himself the jammiest job in the world, working for a global pop star and larging it in the sunbaked Carribean blah blah..but I bet he secretly misses super-retarded big nights in playing dress up with his East London homies.

We got mad love for you James x