down in me

How are you? Who cares? We are here to talk about me. But remember that I love you.

More than I love you though, I love Chris East. And I love Catherine Maskell by extension, though I have not yet had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, I am assured that she has impeccable taste, for she, along with the aforementioned object of my affections, the estimable Mr East, are publishing a wonderful book via the lovely love love Bureau de Books of love (HOT YOUNG PUBLISHING HOUSE BITCHES!) and, after much cajoling, cursing and a not inconsiderable amount of idle threatening on my part, they have included my never-before-seen-on-this-blog-or-PIFFLE-or-your-bed-poem, CAN I OFFER YOU A REFRESHER? in their new book:

QUESTIONS ABOUT LIFE AND SHIT

(and, breathe)

But what’s in it for me? you might ask, in an as yet uninformed nod to the spirit of the book itself (QUESTIONS people, are you paying attention?):

Jimmy Chen, bitch!
Vaughan Simons, bitch!
Sam Pink, bitch!
Crispin Best, bitch!
JA Tyler, bitch!

A ‘veritable who’s who’ of my blogroll plus a million question marks worth of cool stories with even more question marks in their titles, bitch! Finally! The answers to the burning questions you have sweated over:

AM I HOW THIS IS?
WHAT ARE WE?
WHEN WILL I FINALLY DIE?
and,
WHOSE GODDAMN OATMEAL IS THIS?

¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ I love you, bitch ????????????????????