I was looking up the names of some people I haven’t seen for a while today, and came across a guy called Charles Neal, with whom I worked the best part of fifteen years ago. Whilst his want in those days was to write about the formative years of Industrial Music, he now appears to have moved on to more genteel pursuits, importing a very high standard of fine wines into the US from South-Western France. Blimey.
Hey, your websites really coolio! Do you remember me from high school? No? Well, that must be beacause I didn’t go to high school with you . . . unless your name happens to be Sammy Sparrila, which would mean that I did go to high school with you, and in that case you would be sitting in the next room watching T.V. Anyway . . .
Have a life.