Ole!
Ich haben das neu hostingschair of 'Wetten Dass', Deutschland's superior lightentertainingsshau!
I'm still waiting for the nod from Belle and Sebastian to start on harp duties. I'm also yet to hear from them about my name change suggestions: Belle and Sebastian and Traffford; The New Belle and Sebastian featuring Traffford; The New Traffford featuring Belle and Sebastian; Traffford and the Fey Pop Inconvenience.
In the meantime, I front London's most undergroundest emutrocknica outfit: Les Astigmatixx. The whispering campaign is going well. Having started with the wind, the plan is to move on to slow leaks, followed by a squirrel-led leaflet distribution.
My origins are lost in the mitts of time, though a white-coated man appeared to me in a dream and said I was the fruit of the unholy union of cabbage patch doll and parking station pay terminal. Then he turned into my year 9 maths teacher and asked me in front of the WHOLE CLASS if I realised that I was not only fully clothed, but also doing commendably well in a crucial exam for which I'd studied comprehensively. Second best dream ever.
Coming soon: trafffordwear - traffford's own line of urban kit for the discerning automaton...
10: HOTTT!
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