If I'm ever so unlucky to accidently find myself drumming for a rock band, it will, most likely, play backwards versions of famously rotten cover tracks and be called Rusty Badger Parts.
On a worrying note, searching for this leads one towards the bizairre academic study of the Colour genetics in Icelandic sheep followed by idly wondering quite what a tongue river would look like, only to find that you can get books from one.
And here I was thinking that surfing was dead, when all the time it had moved from hyperlinks to google-linked concepts.
