One
by one the tracks landed through my letter-box, and this was when I began
to realise just how corrupt our Postal Service is. Virtually every single
package had been opened en route, and all the Ferrero Rochers had been
stolen. Can you believe that!
Anyway,
we decided to make it a communal effort so that those of you who couldn't
come up with a decent choon to save your life (that's most of you) could
contribute in other ways - by designing the artwork, by printing the sleevenotes,
by sticking the labels on, by suggesting a title, or by making the tea.
An
album such as this deserves the very best presentation that money can
buy - nothing but the best for my boyyyyyys.
With this is mind I hoiked all round the internet trying to find the most
exclusive materials to complete the package.
The disc itself is manufactured from a special sound-enhancing kind of
platinum which is only found in radioactive platinum mines deep within
the ocean-bed of the mid-Pacific. These mines can only be reached by divers
wearing reflective asbestos bikinis. This naturally disturbs the fish,
so excavations can only be carried out between the hours of midnight and
3:00am. It cuts into my sleep time, but the up-side is that it led to
an offer for me to play the lurve-interest in the next Bond movie - tentatively
titled 'Octobatttttty'. Blimey, the trouble I go to for you lot.....
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