I Love You With All My Bursting Heart Of Flame

December, and the great festival of KWITHMUTH is upon us. Uncountable adverts for pointless crap signal the Great Winter Sale, along with sleigh bells to shatter the eardrums, tinsel with which to strangle the cat, office wags to chunder mightily upon, and the inexorable draining of physical, emotional and financial resources. This month, the final episode in my year-long attempt to stick to one theme per month, I have decided to embrace rather than resist this celebration of Mammon.

My starting point is that fact that FUNK gets around 20,000+ visitors a month, none of which translates into any income at all, at least, not directly. And yet we are leading the way in this brave new world of citizen-driven media - blogs, podcasts, live streams, audio and video downloads, all free for the past two years. Free! And me with a London lifestyle, rapidly emptying pockets and sundry hangers on to support. So, without I hope alienating the entire loyal readership (you!) and with able assistance from the Funk Boys, I am going to start to get the cash registers ringing like Santa's piles upon a cold wooden sledge. My tender words of love to you are all the more meaningful, since I am relying on you (and your friends!) to provide at least a trickle of the enormous wealth I am going to generate from now and into 2006.

So I have set up my Pay Pal account, and off we go.

Day One: Balance = £0.00