dtb

OK kiddiewinks, it’s that time agin, time ta slip into the flyin’ capsule that’s trouble bound………so let’s just all open

AN OLD BOY SITS ON THE PARK BENCH- GREY CORDS, CREASES, BRIGHT GREEN SOCKS AN TAN BROGUES.YELLOW PATTERNED HAWAIIAN SHIRT,

THROUGH THE LOOKIN GLASS, OVER THE RAINBOW, BY THE GARDEN GATE, HEAR THE TRUMPETS, BOB’S YOUR UNCLE, FANNY’S YOUR AUNT.

SHE SMILED/HIS LEGS WERE ALL GANGLY, BUT HE RODE WELL/HE WAS COWBOY JOE/SHE WAS FROM OUTA SPACE/THE SCENE WAS IN

WELCOME FRIENDS……………WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF GLUM! ANOTHER ECLECTIC SELECTION TAKEN FROM SOME ALBUMS I BEEN LISTENIN TO THIS WEEK.

So this week friends we’re celebrating the 50th DTB. Welcome to the future…..well, the past……………who would’ve thought I’d still be

I was a man of technology wasn’t I? I had a typewriter. I knew the way of the (new) worlds

lets listen to some music together shall we…what about the new drop the biscuit, I’ve heard it’s pretty cool, with

SO IT’S A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM ROSSPUNK AN MYSELF, MORE (OR LESS) OF THE SAME OLE NONSENSE COMIN’ UP……PV.

So, I’m sitting in front of my typewriter, tap tap tap it goes……no hold on, it’s one of those newfangled