in Northern Spain, working as a fajita-filler-cum-poet. He said that he's sorry for the fuss after 15 years without show. Legally now called Richey Marx Guevara Edwards, he said that 'I was just popping into the Moto Service Station, to pick up a coffee, a sandwich and a crucifix, and then the next thing I remember was an empty feeling inside me, eating away at my consciousness, telling me not to go back to my car, unless I wanted to be future-ly involved with a fat lesbian who wears eyeliner and gap clothes. I hopped onto the next train to Spain and then the rest is history.'