After months of rehearsing in ColinGrigson mothers basement Vim had decided to take the best band in all of Mafia land on tour after a brief stay in Chong's HQ he was eventually kicked out to a round of applause which had the effect of encouraging Vim to name this tour no sleep to Castle Donington Brooklyn. As the van drove out of the HQ the chant of YOUR CRAP BAD NEWS could be heard but in Vims delusional mind it was applause.

You see Colin they fucking love us man we will rock every fucking club in New York.

Colin looked on smiling.

You know Vim for once i think you maybe right Den_Dennis is even working on another song Excalibur my nightmare.

Vim smiled yeah this was going to be great the best band in all mafia land on tour without any parental guidance rolling into New York to spread there brand of Heavy Metal.

Gertrude had more than a few little birds in her employ, bringing her news near and far. Word had arrived that they had managed to locate the grave of Vim_Fuego. A resurrection ceremony was perfomed and they awoke the poor man from his well earned slumber.

Having not seen the old fecker in quite a long time, she was a little taken aback by his dusty appearance. Nodding to TomRawrdy, he came to the rescue with a little snifter and she managed to compose herself and come across as relatively normal.

You look fantastic, old chap. Like you travelled back in time. Leaning in for a hug she whispered in his ear, You must give TomRawrdy the recipe. Kissing him on the cheek, she grabbed a glass and raised it in celebration.

Slainte! To yer good health!

I did have a gift for you but I seem to be having a problem with Jono, we have been trying to train him but sadly, he just steals or pisses on everthing...

The news of rock legend Vim_Fuego taking charge in New York was like music to Albino's ears. Vim was a busy man, always on tour swooning the women out of their garments. Fortunately, Albino was good friends with the man and had enough contacts to get him into the VIP section of his next concert. As Vim came off stage, at least fifteen women flocked around his presence. Albino chucked him a wink, squeezing between the growing crowd of women as the two met in the middle of the room.

"Vim, my good man!" He threw his arms around him, patting him on the back. "Firstly, great concert as ever, you fucking smashed it." Albino throws a rock salute. "Congratulations on your ascension to the big seat in New York, my old friend. How you find the time to rock, party and gangster, I'll never know, but all of Chicago are pleased to hear of the news."

The two of them went on to party through the night.

Eggs sat at the breakfast table, his meal eaten he was washing it down with the last few drops of coffee in the pot and scanning the newspaper. He didn't usually bother with the arts section but an eye-catching photograph caught his attention, it showed a number of very ugly women, one with her tongue sticking out in a manner that left Eggs unsure if it was meant to be threatening or seductive. The only thing he could be sure of was it was neither of these things.

The article was a review of a concert performed by a new band hitting New York, 'Bad News'. It was short, and to the point.

"If you love Spinal Tap, you'll adore Bad News. If you don't (and let's face it, who does?), then you won't.

Our editorial instructions are to always find a highlight, and for this writer it proved to be the biggest challenge of his career, but given the imperative one can only single out the haunting 'Imogen', although it would be better without the bossa nova"

Looking back at the photo Eggs read the names printed below it. What? These are guys names? But they have long hair, makeup..... oh sweet Jesus what is this city coming to?