I am starting to feel genuinely sad that we haven't met. All of the blokes have "When Kharma..." stories and you serenaded me! Plus, I can't include you in the Bad Fiction until we've actually met and at least exchanged drunken insults for at least
half an hour and, ideally, you've caused my sudden and hilarious demise at least once (Al, Tor and Dawg have all killed me).
I'm preparing a special live reply-serenade performance for you, involving little tassels that rotate in opposite directions. I won't - at this moment - share whose body they'll be on...
In any case, I want to get to the bottom of this monkey business: Dawg says it was all
your doing. It's time to set the record straight!
Get your wings on, man, or at least your drink and your headset.