My Dick Speaks

Seeing is Believing

13 December 2009 | 1 Comment »

Holy Shite!  What the fuck have I done?  A blog.  Bullshit.  If you are reading this…well ballyhoo to you.  Forgive me but the Johnny Walker Blue has taken hold and I shan’t accept responsibility for what ends up here.  My name: Nigel Cunnington (I should be Lord Nigel Cunnington had father not lost the title in a baccarat game in ‘68) and I manage the super-group, My Dick.

We recently undertook an aggressive marketing campaign to take the lads from underground darlings to the ranks of mainstream rock gods.  Our website, www.myrichardrocks.com, details the triumphs and tragedies of one of the most influential bands of the last 30 years.  You can buy original copies of My Dick concert t-shirts, for God’s sake!  Things were going swimmingly until the lads decided to go off the grid…so to speak.  They refuse to answer correspondences and so we are moving forward until they reappear.

Right about now you’re probably asking, “So what the fuck is this blog all about if there’s no band?”  Well, who the fuck are you to ask that?!  You’re lucky I don’t give you all manner of what for, you snotty little prig!

Sorry.  The Blue clearly has my brain in the throes of a violent psychosis.

I’ll share stories from my years on the road and experiences with the rich and infamous.  Now you can live the rock and roll lifestyle vicariously through me.  Rock and roll has always been about pissing people off.  Or pissing on people.  Who am I to judge?

Signing off for now.  Check back often.

Cheers!

Nigel Cunnington

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