HunterHeywood and a tube of Hot n' Spicy please!

Somehow Huntsy, I just knew that there was going to be a tasty savoury snack tucked away inside that gargantuan goodie box that landed at the good ship Muff Tickler on Saturday Morning. You should have seen the assembled throng PRAYING that something horrible was in store for the girls' favourite lolly, and then reel back in utter disbelief as the big man stuck in his thumb and pulled out a tube of Hot n' Spicy! But not before I had them baulking after I had told them it was my recently departed pooch back from the taxidermist and I was giving him pride of place in the back window of my bomber! It was funny, but you probably had to be there. Anyway, thanks for the SECCSY minature, that's the first time i've heard that show since that night, and you're spot on with your assesment of 'Dream Attack', excellent version. Nice touch by the way, naming the tracks in the language of the Hunts! hunterheywood, a lost talent, or a lazy bastard?? Perhaps even unsure of his own skill at crafting a decent tune? There are some cracking songs on there Huntsy, you should be proud, I bet you are. Howling, One Second Alone, Storm, and of course San Fransisco are the pick of the bunch and the others are not bad either. The only thing that sounded dated to me was the vocals, they sounded a bit 80's pop, like h2o (remember them) or Fiction Factory. A rockier vocal would have given the tracks a harder edge I think, that's not critisism, just an observation. The guitar work is really good, is that your now famous friend or is it you? Thanks cyber chum, it's an interesting addition to the Muff boy's collection!

Well Smuffler I couldn't let a box of tricks escape me without investing in a tube of the usual. Of note I spent a dozen hours around the local Hasdas (in between a bizzy meeting) searching for a tube of 'Hot & Spiceworker'. I was dreading any of the suited gents. spotting the box in my bomber and going.. erm, what the fucks a box of pringles doing on your dashboard and who's Scruffy A P?!!!!

Needless to say it was packaged unnoticed and I can only prey that Buster the Booster Rooster claims his prize without too much ado about nothing. Can't wait to see his Belgium chums check his stocking if postie can settle it.

Well Scruff as I stated in the letter some of the songs are pretty old and its only now that the Huntsmule has finally found his own voice. Some of the vocals are definately a bit 'oh you are awful' but that's because I was a young 'un. Now I'm as gruff as old boots and the sound is heavier and thus, mighty cool to boot. I guess you won't be putting me on to impress the bitches... they might say, 'who's that fucker... eightes ben?!!!'... just for the recordings... I'm doing everything except the very unbelievably difficult guitary bits, well, I play some of them but not the good ones (dash it!).

Glad the package got there anyway and I managed to return a thanks for your earlier pleasure bucket.

Cheers.

As for Harry Poopoo, it was utter shite! Spend your hard earned on a good wank mag, you'll get a lot more satisfaction for your money! The Hot n' Spicy were consumed at warp speed when I got back to base, a consolation prize you could say. Though an hour on the treadmill at the gym on Sunday to burn off the accompanying 1000 or so calories was an ample reminder not to be such a greedy bastard next time!

Ah fuck weasels that's crapped my plans for this Friday then. Are you stating that Harold Faltymyer was simply dog poo Annie and the dancing bevrocks or what?!!! - I was waiting patiently for any signs of a bad review and I got the first sniff this morning when some scratty lass on local radio said 'it wasn't the best film in the world' which meant 'it's almost the shittiest film ever in the fucking world'... you know what local radio is like... they would say an average stunt kite would be brilliant if it would make them look half good.

Oh well, guess we'll go and see the Fucking Others with kiddy kicks... I've heard that's a scary bastard so it'll be back row Huntsmule hoping for a quick gristle slap between meals when the fucking lights go downwards.

Muffler... you might have to go on that treadmill again... 1800 calories and counting in the full fat pringles fettlers. Phew!... its like consuming 2 sunday dinners and your mam's best sponge pudding to boot.

Thanks for the tip for the film Monkey... I might buy a wank mag on the way home to see me through until I get back in the BreadVan... where the pleasures of the human flesh are accessible at mach 3.

Well Hunts, I admit I was seduced rather easily by the tarted up trailer (nothing new there then) but it turned out to be nothing more than cheap 'own brand' custard creams pretending to be the richest, scrummiest Black Forest gateau ever made. Not having read the book I did'nt really know what to expect except from what i'd seen in the trailer, but fuck, what a disappointment, and not a bare buttock in sight! I just hope to god 'The Lord Of The Ring Stingers' does'nt turn out the same, the trailer for that looks good too.

since when is a flick about some little shit in a witches hat gonna make a good film?

Huntsy your are always mentioning your weight and the fat content of Pringles...almost like a lady might....

Well maybe I'm a lady?

I used to be chubby Jones at school and was thus picked on like a bastard... then I got trim, became exceedingly cool at everything and the ladies began to swarm. Its perhaps the constant battle of the bulge that is always at the forefront of my minds eye, and accordingly it comes out every now and then between utter fettle that I broadcast. I hope to teach my children never to bully as I was, and that being 13 pounds over weight doesn't constitute being a fatty, and that there's nothing wrong with fat, or thin people... or mostly anyone who doesn't start a war for that matter.

For the record... I dig bitches with a healthy bit of meat. After all, who wants to get jiggy with an ironing board?