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Here's some clips from our CD release party in March '05....We are in the middle of recording our second CD with some Special guest...please check them out. Other "spudcam" video's on YouTube include scenes from the indie movie "Confinement" co-produced by yours truly and featuring Laura Coombe and Myself.

Thats the way
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZFvinFjW1Y

Point Judith
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTprw0XLweE

Green Eyed Angel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2Iwt2wDtqo

Bad
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW9Dzzr673g

The Band WAS named FULL CIRCLE, but since 15 other

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma.
WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, the singular Schumacher a.k.a. et al, becomes his own man. Now Ddwwchyffll, as himself, hears voices.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapte® 68 of 73

Ddwchyllf turned from the window abruptly, snapping his eyes away from the fog. The fog. It seemed it had always been there. But how was he to be sure? He’d only just arrived there himself and had no way of knowing if, prior to that occasion, there had been any fog there at all. It was all, he thought to himself, very complex and quite perturbing.

I swear, the siren songs of the muses are leading me into the clashing rocks of reality. I'm suffering extreme PTMD (Post Traumatic Move Disorder), and for some reason my pdf file won't attach or compress. (Sigh) but I must somehow sail on through the torurous straits of the creative process. I have posted two new cells for the graphic novel, Cube Ghouls, and have the cover page of the July issue herein attached (just until I can figure out how to upload the full version). Now, all I need is a job with an income to feed those ravenous talents of mine.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma.
WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Lassie howls a folkloric public advisory translated by ololygmancer Mme Pomme de Terre. Coming up next, the Vice subundercogitates suppressed unpleasantries; also - the notorious Schumacher, et al.
The Cardiff Grandma ©hapter 67

‘You people! Useless! Absolutely bloody useless!’ The Vice was in the midst of another of his rants. He yelled at the large TV screen some more. ‘You are meant to do what I tell you. You are meant to bend over backwards for me. This is pathetic. I don’t know why I even bother.’

He paused for breath, his angry mood making his cheek flush a deep red blue colour. He went on pounding his fists in rage, ‘Heads will roll for this…heads will bloody well roll I say!’ The TV camera perched on the end of his large wooden desk shock and wobbled as he thumped his hands down.

He composed himself, slightly. ‘Well? Go on then, roll your heads! That’s it, side to side. Come on, we’ve done this a hundred times before.’

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Sunny Quito and Rhoda Crwys stumble upon and walk on by Pam Napkins’ body. Now, the number of characters per chapter picks up! Sunny, Rhoda, Samantha, Lassie, Schumacher, Erm, Capable, young people, Short Mat, Madame Pom de Terre -- and someone named Ddwwchyllff...
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 66

Finding oneself has long been a pastime enjoyed and labored over by many members of the population. Often it comes as a result of many years of profound soul searching and introspection. The pursuit of religious, spiritual or chemically induced clarity is another method of finding oneself. Sometimes it can come out of the blue – waking in the middle of the night with an almost overwhelming sense that everything just might be alright and that it will all work out for the best. Not often does finding oneself come as a result of arriving home after a long trip abroad visiting old friends and making new ones. But this was indeed the situation into which the former freelance translator was plunged one morning.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the first part of this chapter, something occurs to Pam Napkins, wretched. Now, witnesses to the aftermath, Sunny Quito and all-star Welsh student Rhoda Crwys.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 65, continued

Upon this scene of sorrow and satisfaction happened the fun-loving deity’s golden boy Sunny Quito himself and a young woman the entity did not at first recognise and then did. Oy vey! It made Itself scarce.

Sunny Quito was several paces ahead of Rhoda Crwys and was first to arrive on the tableau:
Pam Napkins lying dead to the world across five big BEDS, obviously not about to regain consciousness before the book ended. ‘There is a god,’ thought Sunny Quito.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, The Plenty Capable Code. Still to come, something occurs to Pam Napkins, wretched landlady previously seen ladying land at the 43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins barn conversion.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 65

Schumacher stopped. He stopped so suddenly he nearly bumped into himself. Suddenly, it all added up! The whispered words he'd not been privy to, the midnight meetings he’d not been in attendance at, the meaningful glances exchanged when he wasn’t around, the plans hatched about which he knew nothing – it was a plot! It could mean but one thing: tunnels.

On the other side of town, a certain Pam Napkins was doing the rounds, collecting her protection money and spreading viscious roomers when suddenly she stopped - dead in her tracks. Good riddance. But not entirely, because the capricious deity controlling her fate wound her back up and she was off again, bustling about like a busy but efficient cliché, her capacious apron pockets working overtime and off the books. Yes, her money was safe with her, she could tell you that !

So, I recently quit my stressful, lame, and low-paying day job (which offered a steady paycheck but nothing else of merit) and went back to performing full-time.

It's been a while since I made a jump like that. I had plenty of support from my friends, colleagues, and my lovely wife. Didn't make it any less scary.

So here I am now. I'm getting gigs that pay really well, but they aren't coming in anywhere near as regularly as I need them to be. I know it's only a matter of time, and that it's going to be a little while before things pick up. I haven't exactly been out in the marketplace for a while, and I need to get my name circulating again.

Hello everybody,

I just wanted to let you know what a great time I've been having with AMP - and what a great time AMP's been having with the world! In Amsterdam, I stayed a night with Nancy, who works with AMP Members creativeresources and Anthony; in Edinburgh, I stayed with AMP Member Jakester for a week; and in Paris, I stayed at AMP Member device's flat for a night. Along the way, we picked up a few new members, including a bagpiper in Edinburgh, Scotland. At the moment, I'm staying a few nights at AMP Member bekka's in Berkeley, California. Bekka's just started her first European tour - largely booked through AMP! In the next couple of months, look for her updates about her tour, as well as an advice forum on how to book your own European tour through AMP.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 63/64
For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last chapter, Schumacher hands the case over. Now, the blockbuster Plenty Capable Code,.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 63/64

Before we found them leaping up from the table, simultaneously rattling and chipping the china, crashing over their chairs, hauling the missing professor onto their shoulders and running out to catch the coach to Cardiff without even paying the bill, we had located Professor Erm, two inquisitive youths, Short Mat Bowls, and chronicler Plenty Capable drinking tea in Beer. Plenty Capable had reclaimed possession of the missing notes the youngsters had stolen back in ‘Wales’ in their search for the missing professor. Having been dragged across the country through the fog and the fine mist, over the Allan Fjord tidal bridge into England, up and down lanes wide and narrow into Beer‚ their shopping trolley had given out and by now was reduced to a lone wobbly wheel, the rest of it having disintegrated somewhere around Mary St. Ottery.