Idiotorial Well it’s all started. In fact, before I started writing it had all started. All started to go pear-shaped. The question is how can you create a web empire based purely on unprofessionalism, incompetence and complete lack of vision? Well, so far, so good. So the point to note really is that here we are, about to launch rancidass.com on an unsuspecting public, when boom down goes boo.com (one serious mother of a dot com crash), shakalak there goes (insert any other bollocksy dot com failure here) and now we’re so deep in the shit with investors panicking man you can’t imagine it. I mean we’ve sucked the venture capitalists dry baby – and now they want to see some action – they wanna see a presence, they wanna see a brand. Due to our panic, and the fact we spent most of the capital down the pub on booze and fags, the rest of this s(h)ite is mostly a lot of unfinished bollocks – this column is the only sensible and enlightened part of it. I’ve done my best to sort out the crap that the others have produced but I’ve got a life outside this you know, I can’t spend all day doing this shit – I’ve got a pint glass to keep exercised. We decided to split this chaos into four areas - it makes it look bigger than it actually is and we can spread out the measly content as far and thin as it possibly can go. Importantly I think you should visit our online store: we’ve got plenty cheap branded crap, so you can pay to promote us (don't you just love post modern honesty in marketing)– well it’s not really that cheap as we want to make a profit on that too - but it is genuine hand crafted gear (my wife made it in the kitchen). So half-baked or not here it is - release one of rancidass. Apologies to no one and thanks just to myself for all my hard work and effort. Keep those dollars rolling in baby. Cheers tossers. Fat Andy