Rumours of my premature demise circulated in the national press and various celebrity websites have been greatly exaggerated. I recently enjoyed a little break over the Christmas period to spend some time with family, imbibe far too much booze, eat more than my own body weight, record a couple of classic tunes and recharge my trouser batteries. It was very nice thank you and Happy New Year to you all.
It is now a brand new year and your favourite tranny punk-pop superstar is back. There will be two albums released this year. ‘Half Nelson’ is an intimate, post-pub, semi-naked, acoustic affair and ‘Idiot Fever’ will be my electric, massive, full-on pop classic of a beast.
World domination beckons baby. My pouty-lipped image will launch the Virgin Galactic space port in New Mexico and my album has been secretly implanted in every Higgs Boson particle that will be discovered by the Large Hadron Collider.
So pull up a giant fluffy cushion, open a nice bottle of beaujolais, swallow an oyster, shave your legs, pull on a pair of stockings and celebrate the new year. It’s gonna be mental baby.
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I wish you’d told me about the Higgs Possum thing - I forgot to put any in the songs we recorded while you were here.
(Where do you get them from, anyway?)
Figs
That’s what I thought.
Figs.
Fousands of em, but far too small to eat.