Well hello, everyone! I know Afsheen promised you an editorial “explaining all”, but I’m afraid Queen Afsheen, our fearless leader, has been all trendy and European hanging out in Budapest, playing with her new friends (erm, some racoons). Hey she’s knows everyone else already…

Hopefully you’ve all noticed the new look of the site. If you haven’t, shame on you! After months of umming and aahing, we’ve got something that we’re pretty chuffed about.  Thank you to our web designer, Sok Yee, for her patience and hard work.

So, I promise not to mention the cricket/Ashes. Why? Because it’s a bloody boring game that takes days to play and top of that, they stop for tea breaks. I never knew anything could make golf seem exciting, but next to cricket, it must be like a weekend blindfold skydiving!

Any way, now you know our queen’s an international jet setter and that the site has had its own shot of botox, let me get to the subject of my editorial (yes, there is one – albeit buried deep).

I must admit to feeling like Carrie from Sex & The City, sat at my keyboard, trying to summarise my life into one cute, little question. Well here goes…

“Where has all the greatness gone?”

Permit me to explain. I decided to spend a night sleeping out under the stars. ‘Camping!’, I hear you cry? Nope. I pulled my sleeping bag from the cupboard and armed with some extra thick socks (sexy, huh?) and my iRiver, crashed out on my hammock in the back garden. So whilst staring up at the stars and listening to some of the greatest bands ever, it occurred to me that despite some fine musicians (Led Zeppelin, Beatles…), there’s nobody who is a present or even future great. Will the Kaiser Chiefs be remembered in two years? Will Keane’s next album flop like a fat kid from the diving board? Perhaps Pete Doherty won’t die young, he’ll just enter The Priory one day and disappear from the popular culture (that’d leave the NME fucked for stories, wouldn’t it?!). 

So in conclusion, who’s gonna last? Will we let them? Or will ‘good’ be the new great?

Apologies for the sporadic updates but things are coming together. You see, Afsheen’s computer has unfortunately had more issues than Jude Law has paparazzi following him. She’s lost all her email addresses and other important emails, so if you don’t hear from her ever, it’s not because she’s got something better to do, she just can’t contact you. Seriously, if you’re a record label person, one of her writers or after something, drop her a line at editor@uk-fusion.com and you may be blessed with a reply.

Any way onto to happier things. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, we’ve got an exclusive competition to win a signed copy of The Dissociatives’ album. Just click on the link on the main page (yep, that pretty little animation) and answer the easy peasy question and yours truly will be picking a winner at random. Postage to anywhere in our little old planet, ‘cos we’re international and you know it, baby!! Good luck, folks.