Like the parents of the bastard abandoned spawn that grows up to carve quite a successful career for itself out of reality tv and £1,000,000 redtop exclusives…

…we have come to reclaim you as our own.

Dear Trace,

We hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us our wayward meanderings.  We fell off the beaten track and apologise sincerely…if only for not keeping you fully informed of our whereabouts along the way.  You would have really enjoyed the adventure.  Well, actually, you would probably have called us lazy bums and spat in our faces as you stepped over our collapsed five-day-old-jean wearing remains in the hall on your way out the door to your highly paying city job.

In short, since the last post, a lot has happened.  We went to a few shows, we threw a few parties, we stopped drinking for a while and then fell off the wagon in spectacular style.  Some of us returned to university, some of us reveled in the fact that we didn’t have to.  Some of us met the Pixies (that’s right, the frickin’ PIXIES!) while the rest of us just met some guy who met Bob Log III (without the helmet…that counts for something, right?).  We also bought some new albums to review, because we’re pretty proactive like that.  Oh, and somewhere in there we all got very excited for overuse of the royal “we.”

But all that is in the past baby, and we’re just hoping you’ll let us make our absence up to you, so we can start being the loving, united family unit we’ve always had the potential to be.

Lots of Love,

Maw, Paw and the rest of the Young ‘Uns.

P.S.  We could really do with some money for paying the bills yo’!

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