In the spirit of pre-emptive striking

It's just after nine pm here, so that makes it a completely different time in Phoenix where they're going to be handing out the Debut Thriller award at some point when I'm asleep, or wandering the house in the nip, yawning and scratching. Anyway, I'd like to wish Adam, Mark, Will, the ever lovely David the best of luck.

Go my proud beauties! Pillage, burn, make sweet love, take telephone numbers and promise to call...

Yea -- I've got sod all chance, but it's been cool as hell to have been nominated.