Mr Nobody

I'll tell you a little story...

Due to being a partial-insomniac, I logged onto this myspace thing at stupid o'clock in the morning simply to listen to some kick-ass Mr Peabody songs in an attempt to listen to something sweet(ing) (see what I did there?) before I attempt to sleep again, only to discover much to my dismay that there aren't any songs on here any more. I cried. No, really, I did.

A plague on all your houses. Now I have to find the damn CD, and that will take about 5 whole minutes out of my life. Lame! I demand to know what the story is, Spermy/James and Brow/James. Well? Explain yourselves.

P.S. I still love you. ...Apart from Matthew, who I've not yet forgiven for getting rid of his mighty 'fro.

Hi Mr Nobody, thanks for being a friend.

Are the rumours true??!!!

Return. To lichfield preferably.

Play gigs. Make music.


Make me happy.

Dear Barry, James B, Matt and James S (thought I'd list you in alphabetical order of your surnames as not to offend anybody),

I just thought I'd take the opportunity at this festive time to wish you all a merry Christmas and a very happy new year. See you all soon.

Love Eliot xx

P.S. Play more ;).