are at the Glass Onion tonight, and now I have to scram. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can get someone to topple a big effigy of The Creature here like they did in London the other day with some 200,000 people protesting his mere existance, (did someone write me not long ago about Bush being one of our greatest presidents?) then I feel fairly certain I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for to blow. I ve gotta run out and get Michael Jackson s new CD and see if he has a remake on their of the Elton John song, Don t Let Your Son Go Down on Me.