Mother G just got back from a two month visit to America...and like her last visit all her stories seem to involve hanging out with rednecks and killing animals.

It's like she's some kind of redneck werewolf and every couple of years there's some lunar shift (or possibly a clanging of moonshine jugs) and she has to go put on some plaid and an Elmer Fudd hat and shoot a bunny rabbit through the head with a crossbow.

I hope it's not an inherited genetic trait.

And then when she's done she returns with a suitcase full of chocolate bars...which taste the same as chocolate bars here but just have different names.

Oh...and I finally saw "The Spirit" yesterday. (It wasn't released at the cinema so I had to wait for dvd) Damn, that's one wacky movie. I enjoyed it very much. But then...I'd crawl over broken glass with no pants for Frank Miller...so you may want to take that review with a grain of salt.


DA G-UNIT