It Seems Like There's A Real Appetite

I Am A Fancy Dress Grump, To Be Honest.

I Am Writing From The Heart And Having A Fresh Approach To Things. We [theocracy] Are Obviously Not Trying To Musically Re-invent The Wheel Here, And You Can Certainly Hear Our Influences, But We Also Don't Sound Like A Copycat Of Any One Band.

Now, The Question Of The Hour Is, "who's Got The Pandorica?" Answer: I Do. Next Question: Who's Coming To Take It From Me? Come On! Look At Me! No Plan, No Back-up, No Weapons Worth A Damn! Oh, And Something Else, I Don't Have Anything To Lose! So, If You're Sitting Up There In Your Silly Little Spaceship With All Your Silly Little Guns, And You've Got Any Plans On Taking The Pandorica Tonight, Just Remember Who's Standing In Your Way! Remember Every Black Day I Ever Stopped You, And Then, And Then, Do The Smart Thing: Let Somebody Else Try First.

I Am Terribly Clumsy, So There Is A Plethora Of Walking Into Lamp-posts, Falling Over, Dropping Things, And Ruining Sofas.

I Am And Always Will Be The Optimist. The Hoper Of Far-flung Hopes And The Dreamer Of Improbable Dreams.