Abuse of NHS resources: shock report

Hello viewers!

This one goes up to 11 (Teslas)

As a health care professional I am often asked how it would sound if you plugged your guitar into a MRI scanner.


To which I reply how the f**k would I know?

But hang on; turns out there's a bloke at my place who has done it; and it sounds like this.


Nuts, eh?


I like him.

Wheres the f**king singer when you need to shift the amps?

Mind you I can't see it being very practical on a long tour. It'd be OK for a residency.


As long as it was in a radiology department.

More about this magnificent pioneer of rock and roll here.

And here.


Next week: How to build a drumkit out of an anaesthetic trolley.

the Masked Hacker Returns!

You thought I'd gone away, didn't you boys and girls?

Well I'm back.

And I'm meaner than ever!

Tnanks to some diligent research by my team of glamorous female assistants, the Masked Hackettes, we've managed to unearth a tape from 1995 that Stewed Prutton, or whatever he's called this month, had hoped had been mislaid forever!

Ha!

And this stuff is BAD!

I mean PAINFUL!

Yes folks; REEL in horror as Futon attempts to cover a Hank Williams classic:

FEEL your guts revolve as the failed so-called radiographer "Sings" the Blues:

and PEEL yourself another grape as your recover in the Intensive Care unit from the assault on your senses that is Stray "Funk"-on!

And theres more to come! Also on this tape are contributions from fellow bloggers Bob "Robert" Swipe and Dave "Howesey" Howes!

And if the usual funds are not "resting" in my account by this time next week, rest assured that the whole of the Blogosphere will be made aware of what you and Stray got up to in his back room in the mid 90's.

Oh yes.

In the meantime, assuming you are of a strong disposition, click here.

Happy Listening!

[maniacal laughter, fade to black]