Super T me

That heady whiff as the can is cracked.  That gloopy, cheesy, foot-like taste.  All of this is made worthwhile by the magic number emblazened in gold afoot this king of tramp juice -  9.0%. Having watched Morgan Sperlock (or whatever his name is) puke his way through that supersize me documentary, I had an idea.  How about "Super-T me"? What would happen if I were to commit to a whole month imbibing no other liquid than this fine beverage?  My view is that within a week, the liver would be in something of a panic, and needless to say, one wouldn't be fit for work any time after the first two cans of the experiment. Any doctors reading this… would this be bad for me?

Use me! (please?)

Whatever you want to call it, I'm going to get it said. It's my intention to promote this weblog, or more specifically the creative content. My reasons for doing this are several fold. (1) to simply put things 'out there', and (2) (the reason for this post) in the wishful hope that one day, in some even tiny way my creative efforts may find themselves put to some even remotely commercial use.

If you, or anybody you know may be able to use a picture, or some aspect of my music for any commercial reason whatsoever, I would be thrilled, ney, honoured to hear your thoughts. It is not a financial reward I seek, but merely the excitement of having some creative output of mine made into something.

If you have any questions, ideas or anything to say on the subject at all, please don't hesitate to let me know.

What do you have to say for yourself?

Hello there, thanks for looking down the bowl of my blog. If you lke the logs in my blog, let me know. It's always nice to hear from a visitor. P.L.U.R. 

Welcome to razweb/blog off

Ah, they're all doing these danged blog sites now. Ooh, look at my site, look at me, look at my holiday snaps, look at my pet. Anyway, feel free to weblog like a good-un. By the way, you can find pictures of me, my holiday snaps and my pet in the photos bit. Hmm.