Dear The Blockheads
Re: Sex & Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll
I am dumbfounded (to say nothing of disapproving) regarding your apparent ability to sustain your existence purely on a diet of coitus, chemicals and a base genre of popular music. Forgive me for saying that this unhealthy cocktail is anything but a “reason to be cheerful”, particularly given that both fornication and sound are not actually solid matter and cannot therefore absorbed into the body as a means of subsistence. One wonders what a nutritional expert, or Jamie Oliver, might have to say about any intake lacking in not only your “5 a day” or indeed any essential food groups, but also water and oxygen.
In summary, The Blockheads, the need to partake of essential life-continuing substances such as air, liquid and pabulum, far from being “very good indeed” is simply necessary, and I await confirmation of this correction in one of your future raucous “punk poetry tunes”. That said, myself and my good lady Jean admire most of your “back catalogue” and I must thank you for reminding me that I am in dire need of some new “wellies” and Y-fronts.
We wish your concrete masonry unit-headed combo the best of luck in the future.