It's just over two weeks since we went LIVE. It's very peaceful here - nobody bothering me in the discussion area - except maybe Bill Gates and Madonna - and I don't believe that for a minute. I guess it won't always be like this so I'll just enjoy it while I can.

The last three weeks have been completely crazy. I've been travelling around a lot, selling CDs only when I had to - like when I needed cigarettes, petrol, food or a top up for my mobile. No, I haven't been staying in bed or lazing around on the beaches during the very unirish weather of late.

Sometimes you get a ball and you just have to run with it, to the exclusion of almost everything else. In my opening piece, I mentioned "the Turkey? song" or , actually, "the Turkey song?". This will, one day no doubt be huge and earning me more money than I need. What I've been trying to do, since I wrote it three weeks ago, with Fairy Bob - aka Bob Martin, is accelerate its Karma.

I'll tell you a bit about the song, but first a bit about Christmas and Sean O'Neill. Maybe if I just say that the other two Christmas songs I've written - "Pre-Christmas Blues" and "And Santa Got Nailed to the Cross" were less than merry, you'll get the picture. "Pre Christmas Blues" appeared on "Smug & Sanctimonious Songs" in December '98 - more on that some other time.

When I was a kid, coming up to Christmas, I might be taken in to town and into a grotto to see Santa. It would have been a huge event and some years it mightn't happen at all. (I know, "we were so poor we had to crawl the five miles to school, backwards - cleaning the roads with our tongues to earn money for our mothers etc. etc). Now, any kid who hasn't seen Santa a dozen or two times by Christmas Eve is probably waving a white stick and wearing shades. It's kinda taken the "Special" out of it - regardless of your religious beliefs.

Maybe this is a temporary thing, but in the last few weeks - in fact since I got my new Martin Cowboy IV guitar, my cynicism, anger and sarcasm seem to have abandoned me. The Martin is my Happy guitar and I almost have enough positive, life affirming materiel to do an album - I'll probably call it "Free as a Breeze & Fresh out of Vitriol" - watch this space.

So, "the Turkey? song" embraces what Christmas might be, plays with all the clichés and invents some new ones. It also acknowledges that everybody might not be feeling quite as happy as the singer - who just happens to be in luurve. How bad?

Anyway I was about 50,000 euro short of fund to launch the "Master Plan" and gave it until last Friday to come together or not. It didn't.

What has come together is the first print of "Odds & Sods" and while this won't be officially released for a while, I will be out this afternoon selling it myself - along with "Losers & Sinners", and it should be available from the site - once I get that side of things organised. Hounding your local record stores for a copy, meanwhile, will be doing me a big favour. Are there any people out there?

Something else coming together is an album to be called "Fusion" - I don't know yet if there'll be a picture of a boxy Ford Fiesta on the cover, but I've been invited to contribute a track to it. It might be worth a lot of money - probably for a children's charity and should be out for Christmas. It's being overseen by Myles, who runs a great singer/songwriter night at the Old Mill - between Naas and Newbridge and will feature 12 of the Thursday nighters. Watch this site for more info. I think I'm booked to play there on the 18th and 25th of September.

If you came to the site "on a promise" of amazing cybersex and some songs, sorry but it'll be a long time before the cybersex is up and running and anyway what's wrong with the real thing?

Does anybody out there have a laptop they don't want? I could really use one and can think of at least three worse people you could give it to. No stolen ones please.

Got to go and sell some records. Need cigarettes, need petrol, need food and need phone credit. I'd also like to start work on "Free as a Breeze & Fresh out of Vitriol"

The roadster? Door opening again and N.C.T. passed with the help of plumbers P.V.C. tape. A long story.