Well, i've been away for a good 7 months.
I did go to beddybyes. many times but it's a crazy story you see.
Firstly, after posting my last message a group of crazy african mexicans, yes, crossbred african mexicans, burst in my house stole me and took me away to the antarctic, why i don't know. so anyway there i learnt the language and the tricks of the trade. I soon became a celebrity with the locals and made a name for myself in the wateeki village. I was still under the influence of my captors, however. Upon the day of the new years i introduced muse into the culture, i was then given the chance to perform on the stage at the local "shin-dig". From this i was granted the use of a guitar of my choice. Luckily an intellectual choice of a Jackson King V (pointedly sharp headstock). Upon the encore for my second song i violently stabbed the bassist and dived onto the drummer and pierced his main arterys with my teeth.
I knew from this, this was my time to leg it.
I hitched a ride in the local gas station by a trucker named Al, he was kind enough to take me to the local airport or "place of many flying objects" in his words. i had in my process of homicidal breakout stolen the wallet of the drummer, i used his card to pay for a flight to panama (where the extraditionary laws are relaxed).
I arrived in panama and made a name for myself as "El-Forced-Inular-X" which in local tongue stood for the one who was of the same nature as a donkey, why, i don't know. I raised enough money doing something i'm very ashamed of and won't go into detail i then took a flight back to the United Kingdom and arrived back to my hometown with a parade on the 4th of March, with a burning passion to reply to the topic i started on this board, drove me on to kill my captors and make my way home.
I've seen things that can't be unseen.
I've experienced life, that can't be unexperienced.
I hope you appreciate my commitment.