Hello eberyone. I don't know why I say eberyone when the only people that biew this blog are me and my solicitor. It's bery difficult to get geared up for a big comeback if I can't eben get people to read a hundred words a week. What I should habe said is "Hello both of you".
Sorry I sound so down but I'be been lying to Candy since last Wednesday. Unbeknownst to her I'be been working at a telephone call centre in Croydon. Beliebe me I don't want to do it but I'm in real danger of losing the will to libe if I don't habe some money, eben if it's just a pittance. I need to make sure the taxman doesn't find out otherwise I could end up in prison. It's probably for the best that no one is reading this then! Ha Ha!
The call centre is okay but it's pretty aggrabating working with people that weren't eben alibe when I was last on 'The Chart Show'. They really think they know it all, constantly going on about their next audition and their "good bibes" about their record deal. I'd like to see tham in thirty years time when they're on their butts wondering how they can afford to keep their poxy Bauxhall Bectra going!... see how "wicked" they're feeling then. Do I sound bery bitter? Apologies. It's just a rut. Peaks and troughs, Danny... peaks and troughs.
No news on the gig front. Sorry.