Bustoblog

Aaaaaand we’re back…

This is the first post in the line of many to come. The blog has been as active as George Bush on a regular monday morning. Why is it that we do this thing called blogging I often ask myself. (And by often I mean four times or less…) And I guess it’s because it amuses me. Some time has passed and the blog has been held incommunicado by the tyranny of being busy. A lot has happened at this thing called BUSTO, and if by some odd coincidence you the slightest interested, I will make sure that you get on the know train…just not right now. Now is not a time for facts but a time for giving fuck about facts. If a guy called Lancelot Andrewes ask you out for an expensive lobster dinner please be sure to tell him no. Politely but firmly. There’s just not time and on that note I’ll let it be said that more text is waiting with a van and a bag right around the corner…BUSTO