Maybe they loved her. Maybe they doted on her. Maybe they care. But they probably didn't. Didn't give a shit. She can't even love herself! How could she? Floating round the streets. A zombie. A zombie floating around the streets. A zombie. A skeleton. A bag of bones. With an imbecile sprog atop a red and yellow plastic chariot. A chariot of plastic. Card of plastic. Plastic card. Electric card. A bottle of Lambrini for the electric card please? It just a bit of a disappointment. That's all. Just a disappointment. Like me. A disappointment. Like me. Like the twins. Like the mongs. Take a bus into Bradford. Ride a horse into Denholme. Break out the Super. Let's let the horse out. Letus sup the Super. Let's get the horse. Let's shoot the horse. We like the horse. Let's shoot the horse. Let the sprog watch. Let the sprog see. Give her a smack if she's gonna be naughty. Give her a smack if she's good as gold. A reward for being like mummy.

Do you remember the first time you set fire to your foster parents' house? Felling the heat of the leaping flames on your cheeks, seeing the glowing embers twirl and dance through the night are, your pulse quickening as the noise of the sirens came closer and closer? Or the first time your blowpipe sent its poisoned dart hight into the jungle canopy, breath heald as you waited for any sound, finally seeing a monkey tumble to the ground and realising it was large enough to feed your tribe for days on end? How about your first ballooning round-the-world record attempt? The blood-chilling fear as you plummeted towards the oceon, fighting off the tiger sharks as you tried to stop Richard Branson his waterlogged beard dragging you under the waves? We have no memory of any of these things, yet we aim to reproduce emotions and experiences such as this within all of you.

The band met after a lecture by David Icke, on the subject of his experiences as a goalkeeper for Coventry City and Hereford United Football Clubs. As each of us left the venue, we were unlucky enough to tread in the same dog mess on the pavement outside and we were each trying to scrape our shoes clean on the same patch of grass. With the ice having been broken, we found we agreed on many things - not least that goalkeeping advice was a less controversial topic than that of some of Mr Icke's other speeches and books. Since that day we have often reminisced about this amazing coincidence and still share a private joke about how Mr Icke might view the cosmic significance of our misfortune with the dog's leavings!