I'm with Cupid

Most people think of Al Capone's henchmen gunning down a crud load of people when you mention Valentine's day to them*. Those very few of you out there, maybe 2%, would perhaps have lame thoughts of chocolates and roses. People with loved ones who hold each others hands (and other bits) in public places, have vomit-inducing pet names, who still look into each others eyes and remember their partners names in the morning... even before the cheque clears. It's true that I am a bitter cynic who views marriages as the thing that happens immediately prior to a divorce, the long lasting and painful, alimony-ridden state where you realise that not only is the glass half empty, half of THAT now belongs to someone else.

With all those happy sentiments out of the way I'd like to congratulate Free Beer and E.E. who, struck by one of cupid's arrows, will march down that wedding plank on the 17th of next month. Free Beer has decided, f-cking idiot that he is, to hold the ceremony in Thailand so I will need to amass a tidy sum of about a thousand dollars by then. Donations more than welcome. Hard, untraceable cash only- address to Fatman, 'Help Fatman get overseas for his Idiot Friend's Wedding'
c/o S.Heazlewood 191 Flinders Lane, Melbourne 3000. If anyone believes I am joking I more than welcome them to start sending bucks my way. It will be returned sometime in the near future.

So this is what it sounds like when doves cry,
Fatman



* That and Callahan gigs. I was unable to attend due to work commitments but the rest of you should go to the next one, if it's in the pipe works. Apparently the penultemate gig was rockin'.