Back in the bag.
Where the hell is Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? Tubey? What the hell... is everyone out for a freaking curry? Right, right... I'll just open the mail bag, then. High time too - a few more pounds and it will collapse into a black hole, and that would be the end of everything . Okay, okay - I exaggerate. No need to worry. Got a couple of missives to open here. Let's start with something that bears domestic franking.... Dear Big Green, Hate to seem like a prick, but where the hell is that album you've been yakking about these past five years? - Furlin McGreevey, Basinstock, Idaho Hi, Furlin. Thanks for writing. And no worries - you're not a prick. (If you were, you'd work for our record label.) Fact is, I sympathize with you totally. I've gotten so sick of waiting for Big Green to release their next album, I've thought about resigning as head of their fan club. (Didn't have the heart to do it, damn it.) Fact is, we're running out of excuses... ...