Every so often, the percentage of red meat in Simon's diet increases by mistake, and a missive to the world will be carried to the website by carrier pigeon.
These are those missives.
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Fuck me, |
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well, that's it then. |
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but, no, wait - what's this! |
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Simon is in the Loft. He is soft. |
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Keep Music Live - and away from us! |
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It's the album, stupid! |
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The end of an era - thank goodness!!! |
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Simon and his band set out on an incredible journey... |
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New Yawk, New Yawk... |
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gibber gibber gibber |
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Gig, goddammit! |
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And goddammit, we did! |
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To begin with, Marley was dead. |
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Having survived Estonia, Simon brings a report back... |
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France having survived him, Simon brings a report back... |
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Nee naw nee naw! Walsh now fugitive from law! Read all about it! |
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| Simon begs in an unseemly manner. | Simon thanks you that unseemly begging was so successful. | Simon alerts you all to the possibility of a new e.p. With free tits. |
