Calling, War, Stalingrad.

Bollocks Calling last night.

The right-hand deck kept skipping, and the left was feeding back. I didn't feel too chatty at the end of it all.

My setlist is ( here, if you can be bothered. )

Any unpatriotic, appeasing, bleeding-heart commie pinko wishy-washy liberal traitors who happen to have unaccountably missed the letters column of yesterday's Guardian will have missed this letter from a soldier who was involved in a previous oil war. Illuminating and depressing.