Just like to say thanks for Dad doing a splendid feat of 
organisation. Our return home was true to the spirit of the lardfest, 
you'll all be pleased to know. Slimes, Dobbo, Kirk and myself pitched 
up in Chicago, dragged Chris and Kirsten out of bed, consumed a pile 
of lard before heading out to the CheckerBoard - one of the most 
famed Blues clubs throughout the land, allegedly. Although Chris's 
book said to exercise extreme caution getting there we piled into 
taxis regardless. My taxi went straight there, but Chris managed to 
direct his to a burnt out ghetto instead (It was all fields when I 
was a boy). We managed to smuggle Kirsten past the doorman to enter a 
dive of legendary proportions - narrow formica tables and ripped foam 
chairs surrounded by stapled together packing crate walls. Needless 
to say, the band was awesome and after much quaffing, grooving and 
carousing, we headed home around 3 in a Cadillac.

The next day was spent in Chicago, shopping and sightseeing but once 
again with the main emphasis on lard - huge pizza pies and lager at 
Uno's (one of the original pizza houses) and then off to the 
Cheescake Factory for Raspberry Lemon cream and Craig's crazy carrot 
cake cheescakes. Rich decided these were a bit light so went for the 
ridiculous Chocolate, chocolate, fudge and chocolate, dark as the 
devils soul, chocolate cake and was defeated by the monster !
More champers on the flight rounded off a fantastic trip. Time for 
bed and a week of detox. 

Shame about the bastards who broke into Dobbo's car at Heathrow, the 
only bonus was that after they'd seen the stereo, they didn't bother 
nicking it.

I'm definitely up for next year so If anyone wants to help me out 
with my training, I'd be very grateful.

See Ya. Love Mussell.