LORD LUCAN. ELVIS PRESLEY. LOCH NESS MONSTER. GOD.

All of them are DEAD but have absolute fucking lunatics who believe them to be alive somewhere in the world.

I don't know why I mention it...

Anyway, once again it's the anniversary of the disappearance of Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preachers' not-plugged-in guitar hero.

His vanishing act is a complete mystery. The last anyone can remember seeing him he was dumping his car at that service station right next to the Severn Bridge. Have you ever been to the Severn Bridge? It's an impressive sight, and that expanse of water underneath it washes straight out to the sea. Honestly, if you slipped off that - you'd be a goner.

Sorry, I digress. I'm always doing that. Where was I? Yeah, Richey Edwards. Dropped his car off by that fancy log flume, didn't have a lot of money or his passport on him. No-one's seen him since. Where could he have got to? Show yourself Richey! Come on you tinker! At least get in touch with your mam - she's got your tea on!

Nope, it's no good, no good at all. We're going to need Scooby Doo for this one. "Hello, Fred? You're in the Mystery Machine? Oh, that's good. Look - are you anywhere near the M48? Good..."

Rikes! He's Read! Heeeeheee-
heeeeeeeeheeeeeeheeeee...

Of course, you can always go here if you believe I'm being a tad harsh...