Happy Bday Desi!


Yes, Parishioners,
today is the 80th birthday of The Great Desi Tutu!


If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor

From Wikipedia:

Desmond Mpilo Tutu is a South African activist and retired Anglican bishop who rose to worldwide fame during the 1980s as an opponent of apartheid. He was the first black South African Archbishop of Cape Town, South Africa and primate of the Church of the Province of Southern Africa (now the Anglican Church of Southern Africa).


Tutu has been active in the defence of human rights and uses his high profile to campaign for the oppressed. He has campaigned to fight [among other thangs] AIDS, tuberculosis, homophobia, transphobia, poverty and racism.


[Among other Honours] Tutu received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1984, the Albert Schweitzer Prize for Humanitarianism in 1986, the Pacem in Terris Award in 1987, the Sydney Peace Prize (1999), the Gandhi Peace Prize in 2005, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2009.

a childlike, boyish, impish, mischievousness

Most recently:
Desmond Tutu, still tackling authorities at 80

The Nobel Peace Prize winner, known fondly as the “Arch“, is at fresh odds with authorities whom he has blasted as worse than the apartheid regime for kowtowing to trade ally China by not issuing a visa to the Dalai Lama [another o’ my favourite people] for his birthday.

Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.


Also, Happy Bday Yo-Yo Ma!

The tango is really a combination of many cultures, though it eventually became the national music of Argentina


and me!

born, matured, over-extended, reined-in, refined, patched, updated, over-extended again, propped-up and finally widely declared to be obsolete…

A Better Life – Part Two


As previously noted, Parishioners,

A Better Life is possible.

how many lightbulbs -  no; that's not right...

Here are some more Rules:


Live simply

Care deeply

Speak kindly

Love generously

generous to a fault

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride

The Joi of Riding

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy

Pure. Ecstacy.

Take naps

Stretch before rising

Run, romp, and play daily

Thrive on attention and let people touch you

I wanna feel dirty...

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree

mmm; cool, clear water...

When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk

Be loyal

Arnold swears to Be Loyal

Never pretend to be something you’re not

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it

THIS is what I want

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently


Every Precious Moment


Simple, isn’t it?





Arnold H. Kegel  M.D., F.A.C.S. (1894–1981) was a gynecologist, Parishioners, who invented the Kegel Perineometer (used for measuring vaginal air pressure) and Kegel exercises (squeezing of the muscles of the pelvic floor) as non-surgical treatment of genital relaxation. Today pelvic floor exercises are widely held as first-line treatment for urinary stress incontinence and female genital prolapse.

how's my vaginal air pressure?

CONSPIRACY, Parishioners!

What Your Doctor Is Not Telling You!

In the 1940’s, gynecologist Arnold Kegel discovered that stronger P.C.’s (Pubococcygeus) meant better bladder control for women. Dubbed Kegels, his simple exercises – tensing and relaxing the P.C.’s also had a welcoming side effect: heightened pleasure during intercourse.

heightened sexual pleasure!

Dr. Kegel never intended the so called “Kegel Exercises” to be performed without the biofeedback device. Suggesting that a woman simply do “Kegels” provides minimal results. See The Bastardization Of Dr. Kegel’s Exercises by By John D. Perry, PhD & Leslie Talcott Hullett, MS, RN.

Kegel exercises were originally developed as a method of controlling incontinence in women following childbirth. These exercises are now recommended for women with urinary stress incontinence. The principle behind Kegel exercises is to strengthen the muscles of the pelvic floor, thereby improving the urethral and/or rectal sphincter function. However, without the biofeedback device, Kegel exercises alone, just don’t work.

The Kegel Master -Your Sexuality is Your Power!

The demand for relief from incontinence has spawned a multi-billion dollar market for pharmaceutical companies, doctors, and diaper manufacturers. Because of this fact, any effective solution is unpalatable to the medical community. Medicines, diapers, and surgery are much more profitable.


Thanx, God!

AND, Brothers,

it’s not just for The Ladeez:

You will be able to have better sex by being able to better control your orgasms and ejaculations, and last for longer,

plus you may get the added kudos of being able to hold up a wet towel with your erection if you practice these Kegel exercises for men.

How do I know where my PC muscles are?

The easiest way to find them is to stop your flow of urine next time you go to the bathroom.

Another way to isolate them is to put your finger inside your anus;

when you contract the right muscles, your anus will tighten.



keep your balls alive!

one in every six men experience prostatitis

Bastille Day 2011


Le Quattorze Juillet rolls ’round again, Parishioners!

I like to mark this occasion by introducing a little French (‘Tish) culture.

We did this last year

and several years before that (no longer online?)

On s’en vas!

I think I'm being friendly with someone and I'll sit in their lap. They think I'm flirting with them - Kylie Minogue

3/16/5: “Why We Celebrate Bastille Day in Oz”

lifted directly from Open Brackets (sadly, no longer with us):

Which leads nicely into one of my favourite things about the French: because of their endless passion for debate and self-examination, there’s probably nothing you can say about them that they haven’t already said themselves. And, should you come up with a new salient point, you’ll probably get invited onto one of the slew of talk shows to sip wine while sprawled on a couch, sparing off with a band of the country’s professional intellectuals.

Now, should you think, oh, yawn, here’s a little something that happened on a much fluffier show not long ago.

It’s a nightly talk show where a sort of random group of guests – actors, singers, writers and politicians with something to peddle – sit perched round a large bar-height table to babble about things important and really not. One of the guests on this show was Djamel Debbouze (an increasingly ubiquitous personality here, and known to most as the one-armed grocery clerk in Amélie Poulain). When the host announces that the next guest is Kylie Minogue, Djamel says that he speaks English, so can act as interpreter.

Now Kylie’s come out and settled in her stool, and the grinning host oozes the usual bland question about her latest album, then Djamel turns to K to provide the translation.

“Kylie,” he says, “I want to fuck you.” Three seconds of absolute silence, then the audience goes wild. Kylie sits there in close-up for a small eternity, just staring, mouth open and tears welling up in her eyes. Then she lunges from her stool and runs off stage (at Olympic speed!), oh-ohing! and weeping.

Now the guests are all laughing their faces off as the very flappable host begins to berate Djamel, and plead with him to apologise. Things are getting out of control. Finally, Djamel says, okay, okay, bring her out. But she won’t come out; she’s sitting in the greenroom waiting for an apology. So close-up now on a remorseful Djamel who peers into the camera and says, “Kylie… Kylie, I’m sorry. I want to fuck you.”

Since I've been in Playboy myself in Australia, I love it, and I think it's really empowering and positive towards women - Dannii Minogue


On Thursday, May 26th, at 23:43 e.s.t, Brother B said:

This demands Further Enquiries. One of the few references I could find:

The war between Cauet and Arthur (which hates it) feeds the gazettes regularly. With the origin of this fight, remarks made by Cauet in 1995, with the antenna of Radio operator Fun, on the concentration camps. “I was 21 years old, I caught the large head, carried a little in a spiral where the bad choice is made and where nobody does not accompany you. With time, one becomes more considered.” Today, the brawl slipped on a more professional level. But of the guests skid regularly in plate (like, lately, Jamel saying to Dannii Minogue: “I want to fuck you”, which made flee the singer). The media speak about it, the public also, and that done of the advertizing to the emission. The young people find Cauet rebellious, the old men have the feeling of encanailler. And everyone looks at: “It is estimated that 60% of the televiewers fall at one time or another on the Cauet Method, Frederic Degouy underlines, of Mediacom. The advertisers of the emission are also principal market: of all the talk-shows, it is most federator.” A well ground method.

* * *

On Friday, May 27th, at 11:58 e.s.t, Le Rev Dr said:

A comment on the above post reads:

Gainsbourg did almost the exact same thing with Whitney Houston sometime in the late 80’s. Very funny moment, I remember that it was in the “best of” clips shown just after his death.

Jamel didn’t invent it, just resurrected an oldie. But kudos to him for it!

Gay icons usually have some tragedy in their lives, but I've only had tragic haircuts and outfits – Kylie Minogue (cancer doesn't matter)

SO we go searching

and find:

NME’s 100 Top Rock Moments

41. Serge Gainsbourg tells Whitney Houston that he’d “like to fuck” her

Serge Gainsbourg, ugly bastard though he was, was nonetheless possessed of the kind of sleazy charm which certain women (Bardot, Birkin, Bambou, and scores of other French hussies whose names begin with B) found irresistible. Not so ’80s pop screecher Whitney Houston, who at the time of this meeting was yet to descend into every tabloid’s favourite pop casualty, but was a squeaky-clean purveyor of hi-octane, big-hair power ballads.

By a curious quirk of fate, both were invited to perform on the live French equivalent of ‘The Des O’Connor Show’ in the mid-’80s. Whitney hollered her way through a number, then sat down next to the, er, somewhat soused Monsieur G, ready to be interviewed by the show’s host.

Halfway through the sterile chinwag, however, Serge suddenly mumbled, “I want to fuck her.”

Whitney – unable to believe what she’d heard – exclaimed, “What did he say?” The flustered host, trying to intervene, blathered, “He wanted to offer you flowers.” Serge was having none of this: “Don’t translate for me,” he growled, obviously heavily pissed-up on booze. Then, just to clarify matters: “I said I wanted to fuck her.”

Whitney, for perhaps the only time in her career, was reduced to silence. Nice one, Serge.

We have been great admirers of Mr Gainsbourg for some time…

The YouTube is here

"I said I wanted to fuck her"

Joyeux Quatorze Juillet, Parishioners!



Kylie joins the Salvation Army

Kylie, your NAM Northern California Teen Queen, volunteering at the Salvation Army. Go Kylie - so cool seeing a National American Miss banner in the mix!

Yes, Parishioners,

it was Dannii, not Kylie
(I have a longer, better vershun but can’t post it here becuz .flvs aren’t allowed,
can’t post it on youtube becuz of some copyright shit…)

Animated GIFs


Readan, Parishioners,

an article by Anil DashAnimated GIFs Triumphant (thx boingboing)

GIF’s origins are modest. The Graphics Interchange Format was introduced by Compuserve in 1987 with a specification published by the late Larry Wood. By just two years later, GIF had grown popular enough that the specification was updated, with a fairly rudimentary ability to display multiple images bolted onto the specification. (The spec warned, “The Graphics Interchange Format is not intended as a platform for animation, even though it can be done in a limited way.”)As the browser wars heated up, Netscape decided to embrace the primitive-but-fun animation capability of the image format, and made it part of their browser.

 While most museums of GIFs pay homage to their shlocky, tacky ubiquity in the pre-social era of the web, the format today has evolved into a transcendent, expressive medium.

I followed a few links (DO IT!)

and thought I should post a few examples

My Favourite:

I can also be MANY people inside of my mind

Shlocky, Tacky, Classic:

well-recognized for her outré sense of style

I told him we already got one…

hot Hot HOT!

I've always wanted to try this!

I just had to put this in – I discovered it around 1998

& used it in my first ever (unpublished) website.


Walk This Way, Parishioners!

Transcendent, Expressive:

(Especial Blessings to From Me To You)

Lovely indeed

oh so Coco

Lest We Forget:

The original sample source file was produced and prepared by the development team of the ground-breaking 3D character animation software product Character Studio (used with 3D Studio Max, both products from Kinetix/Autodesk)



Hank Chinaski, Parishioners,

the perpetually unemployed, alcohol-swilling Chinaski

has always been our favourite Barfly

A good list of Barfly movie quotes is here

all I need is *fuel*

Nothing but the dripping sink. Empty bottle. Euphoria. Youth fenced in, stabbed and shaved. Taut words propped up to die…

Most recently, Parishioners, I watched Factotum

a film about Hank Chinaski

the fictional alter-ego of Factotum author Charles Bukowski

which gives both a before and an after

to the period glamourised in Barfly.

"If you're going to try, go all the way"

NYT review here – much information!

the gold-digging floozy Laura

…few images telegraph the paradox of the American dream better than a drunk passed out in the shadow of Hollywood

Highly recommended!


OH – correcshiaan (that’s Oasis, ‘Tish) Major Omission – Marisa Tomei  – My Cousin Vinnie is one o teh bestest movies evah!

OH – and Clare Forlani!

OH – of course – Rosanna!

fuck you toto - the chorus pedal dissolved in 1917

A Better Life


Life, Parishioners, can be good.

All you hafta do

is all of this:


1. Walk More

If walking isn’t your style, find another form of fitness that works for you.

2. Eat Slower/Less

If you put your fork down in between bites, you will find yourself feeling better.

3. Drink More Water

Is your urine almost as clear as water?

clear as a mountain stream!

4. Drink Less Alcohol

There are a number of other problems associated with drinking booze, including poor sleep habits, dehydration, memory loss, and of course, one-night stands with horrifically ugly people.

5. Drink More Wine

Combine a daily glass of wine with a brisk, hour-long walk.

drinking more wine

6. Meditate/Breathe Deeply

If meditation can help patients who need open-heart surgery, imagine what it can do for you.

7. Stretch Your Muscles

Set a timer on your computer and do a little stretch once an hour.

8. Spend 10 Minutes Outside

Standing outside is (so far) free.

9. Cut Back on Caffeine

Caffeine is a funny kind of drug.. Choose coffee over Mountain Dew.

10. Drink a Cup of Tea

Drinking a cup of tea is healthy and smart.

11. Sleep More

If there is one single thing that you can do to improve your health today, getting more sleep should take priority.

12. Watch Less TV

It’s time to cut back on television. After all, you can get your news from the internet.

13. Laugh Your Ass Off

You don’t have to be an all-around mirthful person.

14. Quit Smoking

Do we really need any details on this one? Everyone knows how terrible smoking is for you. Just stop it. It’s gross.

Yes; must quit. Tomorrow.

15. Eat One (More) Serving of Fruit



How awesome is fruit?

16. Exercise Your Brain

Try keeping a journal. Even if you simply write down the most mundane things that have happened to you. [yay Twitter!]

17. Smile More

It can be hard to smile when you don’t feel happy.

18. Take Your Fish Oil

I always end up burping a gross, fishy scent for a couple of hours

19. Take a Hot Bath

A hot bath can help lower your blood sugar. It’s not something that should be done every single day.

20. Make Love, Not War

Seriously, having sex is not just awesomely fun, sex is good for you. Oh, yes, there are risks, so don’t do anything stupid.

more than just Friends

21. Floss Your Teeth

Flossing is significantly less interesting than having regular, rewarding sex.

22. Adopt a Pet

Assuming you have the financial capacity, having a pet can be a wonderful experience.

23. Get a Massage

Massage can be expensive, so seek out daily coupon email deals, massage schools, friends, and lower-priced massage centers.

24. Plant a Garden

Dry, pickle, or preserve whatever you can’t finish during the growing season, and keep the excitement of homegrown goodness year-round.

25. Take a Fiber Supplement

You don’t need to take anything special, just some Metamucil or Benefiber in the morning  and again before dinner.



Reduce/Eliminate Daily Luxuries


Prevent Repair Costs

Share Toys

Shop on a Full Stomach

Share Baby Clothes

Purchase Generic

Buy in Bulk

Turn off the Lights

Purchase Used Items

much cheaper used

Cut Food Costs

Reduce Reoccurring [sic] Costs

Give Up Caffeine

Let Your Gray Hair Grow

Learn Not to Give Too Much



Groom Your Dogs by Yourself

Don’t Have a Television

Drive Slowly

Go with Local/Seasonal for Flowers



Bargain with a Photographer

Put Your Wedding Online

Get Married on a Weekday

Stop Throwing Away Your Food

Start a Business

Change Jobs

Get a Second Job

Start Saving


See also 17 Uses For Stale Bread


lifted mainly from 25 Healthy Changes You Can Make Today

by Andrea Karim, Senior Writer, 24 May 2011

My grandmother, who spent a better part of her childhood in Nazi prison camps, instilled in her children a strong conviction that wasting food was downright sinful so I live in a rather paranoid world where refusing to take home your leftovers from a night of Chinese food is almost on par with punching a kitten

punch or grenade, kitty?


Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the biggest impact on our lives




Here we are, Parishioners,

OFFICIALLY (I declare so) Off The Wagon,

Dr C & Seth sittan up against the fence in The Green Strip

weeds in The Green Strip

with an esky fulla icewater & Coops;

one in hand & one already down,

awaiting MOONRISE!  Cheers!

Today is the Autumn Equinox

and the closest approach of the full moon in twenty years –


saguaro Moon

There be one Huge Gum Tree blockan the horizon –

I SO hope due East isn’t there –

nonetheless, a handy compass bearing if so…

Brought Trusty Iridium Choppers™ to block glare

& render Moon even redder –

as long as it’s not behind HGT –

& periodically remove ‘em to scan the horizon:

hills – check

hills in background – check

robots in foreground – check

robots on horizon – check


Wander over to check behind HGT – it obscures (right to left)

a bushy clump of three trees,

three robots in the foreground, poking up into the sky, and

two tiny robots in front of

three smaller bushy trees.

robots in the sunset

Return to fence with Dr C

remove Choppers™ momentarily – no Moon…

Rise to check Sun: yep, settan over there –

a beautiful orange orb from behind the Choppers™ –

about to start hidan behind The Jannan Tree

(known as The Jannan Tree cuz every time I pass

there be new empty stubbies beneath it.

Never seen anyone beneath The Jannan Tree –

could this be a Leprechaun thang?)


NOW, what I thought was a Cloud

IS THE MOON! (I think…)

NO – wait – still might be a Cloud –

there’s Clouds on that thar horizon, Mister…

There arre indeed, which renders this more inneraestan/challengan!

Choppers™ off – there be some Serious Scannan to be done!

(& Coops to be changed)

robots rock the sunset


Just as I look up from the changan –

it’s already as high as the streetlight

but I missed Moonrise due to Cloud Cover

(note to stealthies, sneaker-uppers & flying Ninja –

Cloud cover may be useful…)

It’s BIG & WHITE & I think I can see the rabbit

(but it may still be Cloud Cover)

Choppers™ down – no enhancement – worse, in fact.

Sun check: hidan behing The Jannan Tree –

orange, pink, effusive Cloudglow sky –

but not down yet.

Abandon Choppers™ – MOON now higher than streetlight

(startan to glow for warmup)

rabbit clearly visible!

the rabbit in The Moon

Smiles all round:

Happy Sun

Happy Moon

Happy Seth


While cleanan The Secretary’s gutter this afternoon

I considered going back up on the roof for The Event

but co-opted Dr C & came down here to The Green Strip instead.

Moon is startan to turn yellow

but some bastard pointy blue Cloud is cuttan in front!


HA! makes joke: observes prevailing winds (Easterly),

sez to Seth “Moon shall rise above this!”

Seth make joke! Throws arm ’round Dr C & chortles!

Moon hidden by Cloud, Moon peeks over Cloud,


take that, Cloud!

Sun check: still very light but no Sun.

Streetlight opposite The Jannan Tree on full power –

there’s another way we can save Earth!

HA! wuz just about to insert “Home of Dandelions (weeds) & Magpies”

into text, before first mention of The Green Strip,

when two magpies show up!

This is their place;

every time I walk on by

there are two, maybe four,

guardan The Green Strip.

magpie guardians

Sky now blue, Moon gettan higher – but no more yellowy

Magpies know it’s sunset cuz they start singan

The magpies own The Green Strip, the streetlights, the HGT,

the fence next to it

and the road – when they feel like it…

Finish off the Coops, say goodbye Moon (seeya later tonite)

& stroll off back to The Castle

to watch Iron Chef & Rockwiz


Happy Autumn Equinox, Parishioners!

I am The Moon



Recently went to Bali, Parishioners, with The Secretary.

What a shithole.

in case of tsunami

in case of tsunami

Constantly harassed by arseholes

with offers of massage? manicure? Bintang shirt? do your hair? transport? bike? taxi?

come look my shop? occasionally Viagra? and one time, in spite of the fact that I was accompanied by The Secretary, ladies?

Markets are Hell on Earth – rows of stalls selling exactly the same stuff,

all offering different prices – one is meant to haggle, apparently.

This may be fun for some – I watched this bitchy woman haggle for fifteen minutes over

10 000 rupiah – a whole dollar!

However, ’tis nothing but a pain in the arse –

if I want something, I shall pay a reasonable price for it.

Indeed, those shops which received our custom were those which were decidedly not pushy.

That’ll learn ’em!

Hard Rock Ho

Our resort, however, was delightful!

A rambling, luscious, verdant semi-traditional extravagance –

two pools (plus one for rich people) – the main pool having two bars –

one on the water the other requiring one to walk three feet…

Japanese & Italian restaurants, plus an all-day bar/café & evening buffet

(replete with Electone™), gym, spa, meditation sessions

rambling, luscious and verdant

The included breakfast was an enormous spread lasting from 06:30 ’til 10:30:

cereal, fruit, pastries, miso and sushi for the multitude of Japanese guests (which failed to materialise), salad, hot dishes including both Whitey and Balinese food,

an “Egg Corner” where one could order any amount of eggs prepared in any desired fashion,

a variety of juices and an endless supply of tea & coffee.

Did I miss anything?

Our modus operandi was to enjoy a leisurely breakfast

then adjourn to the patio to relax over fruit, coffee & crossword

with an occasional dip into the pool.


extended breakfast

THEN a stroll along the beach into town for the inevitable shopping expedition…

Constant harassment, continuously beeping taxis & scooters (no cars in the town – avoid at all cost!), choking, eye-watering exhaust fumes, crowded, narrow, potholed footpaths (where they existed), HUGE unnavigable puddles lakes when it rained bucketed down every evening; in short – THIRD WORLD HELL!

But then – HEAVEN! We discovered a bar (Swell) that showed (pirated, no doubt) movies & served ice-cold (truly – I got a frozen bottle!) beer, another (La Walon) with The Best Staff (hi guys!), the cheapest beer and a phenomenal hotel-size menu, a restaurant (Blue Planet) with The Coolest Three-Piece Cover Band Of The Whirl (hi guys!) and a pretty authentic isakaya (Ryoshi).

Stroll back along the beach, flop into bed, repeat.

La Walon - you're safe here

More to tell

but this post is long enough.

All in all – A Wunnerful Holiday!

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Models Inducted into ARIA Hall of Fame


GREAT NEWS Parishioners!

My Heroes (and namesakes), Models,

Models in black & white

Models’ early style was a spiky, distinctive blend of New Wave, glam rock, dub and pop: which included Kelly’s strangled singing voice, Duffield’s virtuoso synthesiser performances and the band’s cryptic, slightly gruesome, lyrics

have been inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame!

And you’ll be inducted by Wendy Matthews [who toured with Models for many years, and was Kelly’s partner of over a decade], which is very appropriate.
Yeah, I think it’s good. I can tell you were not going to make her sing backing vocals during the performance because we’re required to perform a couple of tunes – but clearly she shouldn’t be down the back.

So for the performances it’s just gonna be you and Barton staying there while the rest of the band changes around you depending on the song?
No, at this stage we plan to just all get up and play together, you know like the big expanded line up. Although at this stage James Freud’s role is kind of ill-defined because initially he didn’t really want to be involved in the whole ceremony but I believe he’s changed his mind now so we’re yet to kind of figure how that’s going to affect everything.

On 27 October 2010, Models were inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame by Wendy Matthews

 portrait Models

In early 1985, Models started recording material for their next album, Out of Mind, Out of Sight, produced by Launay, Lucas and Mark Opitz. A single from the album, “Barbados”, was released in March, which peaked at No. 2. It was a reggae influenced song co-written by Freud and Duffield (prior to his departure). The song related a tale of alcoholism and suicide, it later provided Freud with the titles of his two autobiographies, I Am the Voice Left from Drinking (2002) and I Am the Voice Left from Rehab (2007)

I recall reading in an old NME or RAM (remember that?)

that Sean Kelly & James Freud met scavenging through a dumpster

in the alley behind a  methadone clinic…

sexy James

Sydney Morning Herald – 4 Nov 2010

JAMES FREUD, bass player and singer with the successful 1980s band Models, died at the age of 51 at his home in the Melbourne suburb of Hawthorn yesterday

Model rocker Freud loses battle with demon in the bottle

James Freud's autograph

The Age – 4 Nov 2010

Australia’s music industry is reeling following the death of the Models frontman James Freud today

Models’ frontman tragedy: James Freud takes own life

James’s battle with alcoholism has been well chronicled.

His two books – I Am the Voice Left from Drinking (2002) and I Am the Voice Left from Rehab (2007)

on his recovery and five years’ sobriety were bestsellers

and gave a lot of people who were suffering the same affliction comfort and hope

James demonstrates drinking & rehab