Poduliciousnesses

Quick, usual south-north yo-yoing, trip back to Blighty, a vicious Brit Bird flu contracted (Eustacian tubes almost imploded during decent into JFK...), surfacing through the phlegmurky mire, and the head's popped out into 2006.

Hello.

Birdw0rking podcastwards to churn tunes & noises for Anth's sonic idea. First ditty ropily squeezed from the telecaster tube and sounds like this. Have also finally nabbed one of these with which to push into nyc photographers faces in search of verbal nuggets.