Mars Needs Women. Angry Red Women.

I think this is going to be one of those all over the show posts. Stick with it - there's something for everybody.

On the new Rob Zombie album - Hellbilly Deluxe II: if you like the Zombie output so far, you'll not be disappointed with this. It's the same as all the others with new song titles, different lyrics and different riffs. Whilst that might be the laziest review you've ever heard from me, you'll probably find it's the most honest. Anybody that uses more than three sentences to review this is missing the point of Rob Zombie.

Last night, over at WeBook I was doing pretty well with a massive thumbs up from the "judges" and forging ahead but this morning when I checked again, my rating had gone down. Not much but just enough for it to jar my senses. Stewing over it this morning, I think I have discovered why this may be. Given the Stateside time-zones, I deduce that most of then people who downgraded my story overnight were American, thus:

a) Show me one American who knows where Bekesbourne is. Show me anyone who lives outside of Kent who knows where it is for that matter.

b) Show me an Amercian who knows what a Badger looks like.

I only had 800 words to kick start the comp so understandably, I may have lost ground due to a technicality there - ie: nobody knew what or where I was talking about. If I could have squeezed in another couple of hundred words, we would have gotten to the bit where they found the guys eyes and mouth were sewn together with his own veins. More on this later.

I wonder if Rankin had the same problem with that big stone chair he kept going on about in Rebus...

More later this evening. I may have forgotten an appointment with a haunted house tonight...