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About Mr BonxHey Mr B here,And welcome to the Official web site of Red Seal Records ltd, a bright and ambitious offering. The thoughts and opinions within these pages offer an insight to the world of Mr Bonx.com and have no connection, links or time for sites of a similar name. Therefore it is with great pleasure to introduce you to some real links to some of the coolest people in the music business today, check out the photos of me and my chums, and hopefully laugh at the monthly rants about life, women, going for it and lager. You can also check out my Ghostly story, up on line about a certain pub about 600 yards from my front door. Now that's what I call handy. All the best Mr Bonx.com. Click to see the September 2007 rant!! » Latest News September 2007Hey people, After last months parties, piss-ups and pleasantness a rather cool one this time, which is probably good for the liver and general well being.
And on joining the Facebook thingy, there are some great sites out there, here is one I set up…. He he he, http://www.facebook.com
And now a little story to warm your hearts: Being prone to my tummy bloating out every now and then, and not due to lager abuse, I avoid baked beans at all cost. The wind they give me is somewhat spectacular in volume and could probably strip paint from the walls. A lovely lady invited me to dinner one night so I didn’t eat all day, but by 4.00pm I was starving: and all I had in the cupboard…. A tin of baked beans. I scoffed them down and showered and dressed for dinner, my tum rumbling like a mountain land slide. As I got to her front door she produced a silk hankie and proceeded to blindfold me, as she had a surprise in store. (And that’s another story, lmfao) She led me to the table, sat me down and said I was not to remove the blindfold until the food arrived, and scuttled of to the kitchen. By now I was as big as a house and, lifting one leg up produced what could only be described as the sound of the space shuttle taking off. The relief was beautiful, and after several more large prarps and squeaks issued forth from my now stinging ringpeice…: Miles Davis would have been proud of such tonal quality.
Quietly wafting my arms about to dispense any odor of rotting cabbage and two week-old rubbish bins left in hot sunshine, I felt smugly confident I was not to be rumbled (for what of a better word) and vigorously scratched my battered butthole to disperse any unnecessary and possibly unsightly clagidge, and sat calmly as she came in with the grub. She then pulled off the blindfold and sitting around the big table was her mother, two sisters and several other family members and friends, all looking totally horrified. Embarrassed, freaked out, and totally humiliated was I. Naa, I just smiled and said, 'Pass the sprouts Auntie K, I need some vitamin and mineral replacements after dropping that little lot off eh’… I was never invited back. Cya B..x. |
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