Well, there's you to start with! We could do lunch, do-wop, do a little shitty in an envelope even? There's loads of stuff-age we could be-a-do-age-ing, but what I'd really like, would be for us to go on a deeply moving, spiritual journey. Yes, whizzing back through the lost windows and envelopes of time and space, until we find ourselves circa 1998, sat .. at the Hen & Chicken / Oranje Boom, about to view the very first duo-tonic performance of Messr's Julian Barratt & Noel Fielding, AKA The Mighty Boosh! I care not, when admitting how much I envy those lucky souls fortunate enough to have been there from day one, such is my affinity for the Boosh.Russell Brand, he's a top geezer! Bright as a button with more tales than what would make a young lad about town a very happy chappy! I do love him, but only in a macho-brother-dorm-dweller-co-habitant' kinda way, of course. Okay? You know? Good!You see, I trapped him unawares in my male mammalian satchel and we set off like a box of rather cheap and tremendously dangerous rockets, roasting away their existence amidst the winds of a red Taiwanese sky. Yes, off went we on a wee excursion, searching in vain for the fabled Camdenians and meeting some other nice folk along route.T'was a triffic tour-de-farce around the mazy, sometimes underground labyrinth of the 1st City of the Nation formerly known as 'The Albion'. I joined in, Brandy whacked me, I got whacked, we whacked a few people, had some food, his balls fell in a postman's pocket, we partook in an occasional natter and we arrived at a place, a very big place that was so small it could stifle the aspirations of a gnat. But enough of that 'cos I would much rather prefer it if you read 'Russell Brand & The Mighty Xooberon's Excellent Adventure' instead.You might like it, there's a really sad bit in it where Russell walks past a pint glass, that's surely worth a read if you've got eyes.I'd really, EVER-SO-FUC*ING-REALLY! love to meet somebody about to pop their clogs, with a million quid in a bag! And I've already done the rationalising on this one pal, SO JOG ON!