CD and Depraved

I forgot to say.

There are copies of the Autoblography Ubermix in transit to her, her, him and him.

But not Porny Boy.
Ironically, the chap who's copy I have had the longest...hasn't got one coming because he hasn't replied to the email I sent him about losing his postal address. It may have something to do with the fact that he is concussed, but I suspect that it has more to do with the fact that in the email I sent him I said I would not leave the office until I had sent the CD, meaning that Mr. Curtis is probably cackling with glee at the thought of me having slept under the desk for three days.
Or he hasn't checked his email.

POSTED IT!

Anyway. Here's what you do;

1. Get over to Porny's Place and give the man some bloody sympathy.
2. If you're a junkie living in Porny's building, please REFRAIN FROM VOMITING IN THE STAIRWELL.

Thank you.

Track listings to come when everyone's got their copy, so as not to spoil the surprise.