This theory was sent to Murdoc by Dr Alan Hawthorn
...seems that he may well be on to something:

Hey there Murdoc,

I got your tunes on the 26th and logged on, and was disgusted to find out that your winnebago had been knocked (im fae Glasgow). I spoke to my best freinds, freinds, niebours, uncles, brother -in-law to get him to find the c#*t that knocked it - £3 and he will bust his sack! After a Day I got no results so I did my own detective work.

I checked the cities - nope.

I checked the jungle - nope.

I checked the graveyard - still no winnebago.

So I thought Id go for a walk in the local park.

I was strolling abooot when throo a clearance I herd something....................

 

 

its the winnebago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so I ran at it! but the sound of my feet startled it and it fled! So I chased it through the forrest dodgeing tree after tree untill it fell in a river and was washed down streem! I ran down the river untill I heard a woman panting trying to pull in a BIG one!..................

 

 

So I tried to get it off her but she was a slippery one, and before I knew it she had sold it to some chef, who tried to stir fry it.................

 

 

Winne didnt like that! and skarpered, I could hear it screeming "Im getting away from this c#*p, Im off to the moon" So it caught the next shuttle ...............

 

 

I caught up with winne later as i didnt have the correct change for the first shuttle, but once I got there I foud out that those bloody Americans where using her as a Bus! I hate those C#*ts, they think they own the moon!

 

 

So I helped her escape and gave her a push back home, but she landed badly............

 

The last I heard she had run off with some clown........

 

 

But Left him to further her carrer in acting. Here is a snap shot from her baywatch audition.

 

 

so the truth is that soooooo many fine women have been had in the back of the bago that they rubbed off on her and she got jealous and left, developed a mind of her own and right now is shacked up with Hasslehoff on a beach soaking up the sun , with the sand in her tyers and injection on he mind.

 

 

Ive got her number, but she dont want you to call her, so you'll just have to bribe me if you want to see her again................

 

ciao

 

p.s. The Album's pure Guiness, dark and strong. Keep me updated if you can be arsed.

A.Hawthorne - stressed architecture student in Glasgow

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