February 6th, 2004



As punishment for my frequent indulgence in IACGMOOH, I have been grievously afflicted with hideous inner jukebox reprises of Peter Andre's latest oeuvre, 'Insania'. It's unbearable, and that shrill voice...What really branded it eternally on my brain was his sombre explanation that it was a word he had 'just made up ' to describe the agonies of life in this crazy world. He seemed awed by his own profound genius...
Actually, I'm not sure who young Mr Andre is; like Razor Ruddick and Lord Brockett, his existence was unknown to me before the 'jungle' hijinks commenced.
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    INSANIYAHHHHH...(Jacksonesque yelp-)