So here we go again. Not long since last blog but you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? There are things to discuss. Has anyone seen the new Gilette advert? It's definitely awful, but maybe just slightly more awful than the last one, which is a pretty impressive achievement. YAY. Good work Thierry and Tiger and Mr. Federer. But you just lost the Open final didn't you? Yes you did. Rafael Nadal is a powerhorse, just like the energy drink that Patrick invented. Good effort. Was it powerhorse? Bitches (including me) don't even know.

I love the snow. I know I have made that point before but I thought I'd better re-iterate because good heavens I love it. It's been snowing on and off here today, but hopefully tonight it's gonna flurry big time. We need snow tomorrow because me and Tom have plans. We're gonna go out to midsummer common, knock up a couple of kickers and Tom's gonna grind the benches and shit and I'm gonna film it, and it's gonna be sweet. As long as it snows heavy! COME ON WEATHER, just do this one thing for me. I meant to mention, last time I was here, about the trip to London on Thursday. I think i was on TV, in the audience for The Wright Stuff (yeah i know right?) which is er ... fine? I GUESS. But better than that was the bus journey. Minibus. I really love bus/coach/minibus travel. I don't know why at all, I guess I just haven't had a bad experience yet, which is nice. Chatting with Colleen and J and Lav and Katie and Narayan and Dave and everyone, and Sue Breeze's ridiculous driving, it was just really nice, friendships were strengthened and allsorts. The only thing that was bad about it was that on the drive home we had the nicest afternoon for ages, sunny and bright and even warm, and we were stuck on a minibus. But c'est la vie. C'est la Wright Stuff.

Tonight is the night then folks. A night of heroes. Of hopes and dreams; of destinies fulfilled or destroyed. It all comes down to this. Because tonight is Superbowl night. We're having Hotdogs, Hamburgers, Fried Chicken and BBQ Ribs to celebrate. I am very much looking forward to it. Anyway, enough about a sport that no-one cares about.

EVERYONE should listen to 'Boy/Girl Surrender' by Pony Pony Run Run. Tom was playing it this morning, god knows where he found it, but it's magical stuff. They're some sort of French synth-rock band and it's glorious. Everyone should also listen to PhantomSmasher. They are the most ridiculous band I have ever encountered. I would try to describe their music accurately but I don't actually think that's possible. Ambient progressive grind/math-core/electronic?? That's some of the random words I could throw in their direction. Basically if you like noise combined with other, more aggressive noise, then these guys are for you.

ONE more thing. Could I ask you guys a favour? Could I get everyone who reads this to comment please, I just wanna know what I'm dealing with because I have some followers who I'd never encountered before I saw them over there on the right. It'd be nice to have a rough idea how many or how few people I'm preaching to. Preaching is the wrong word. Complaining I guess. NAH I think I'm pretty happy most of the time, at least I try to be, sometimes life is difficult my friends! But I think, touch wood, everyone seems very happy at the minute. And that's awesome.

prague tomorrow. good luck with not being killed! Done. x