Yeah, VVille, sorry again. Lessen.
Mixed it all up. I´m gonna shoot the lawyers; preople I worked with forced me to do a killing editing work for a pm this morning, stress, stress; I blame t h e m ... Anw now, 10 minutes ago, these bastard w a n k e r s say they aint gonna use my pm anyway (21 pages...). Thank you! ... They live in your town, Ville. I´ll give you an adress at Långgatan if you´re in town, a door to piss at.
Yes, HJof is the List-Man; thank you, mate, for your walking in and saving me in these moments of confusion.
Oooh, I have to go out in the sunny norrland noon & wipe this sh*t out!
...Sorry, again; but, still, Ville: You´re welcome (isnt he, HJof?) among the Swedish deputees when sending lists & wish & stuff... Or in August when we´re doing some journalistic work in the Stones´ undervegetaion while the real boys are in Canada/Boston... Maybe you wanna come with us, HJof or Ville (it seems that we lost one of our hard core fan travelling friends), livin in Dartford for a couple of days, rent a car for Redlands, Cotchford Farm; and maybe also to Charlies place.
...That´s (the London-journey) if you´re not headed to Boston or any other of the States-gigs, of course. You could think it over!