OK. So I googled myself for the first time in a while. Actually, I googled Catri. I have no explanation for this beyond run of the mill narcissism. Everybody does it and I'm not ashamed. There's even a Facebook group for people who google themselves. I'm not sure if there is one for people who google the vernacular abbreviation of their Christian names. That said, I'm delighted to report that no-one seems to be slandering me online. For now at least, phew! I do, however, want all false association to be stripped from my Catri avatar.
Let the following be said only once.
The Catri writing this is not:
a boat
a warcraft character
a town in Elba famous for its mineral deposits.
Should anyone else wish to pursue this utterly pointless and mostly fatuous searchline, I am neither the one posting advice about mixing anti-depressants and various herbal remedies nor am I the expert witness -- although I have performed both these rolls. I'm not Furio di Catri (although I do kind of wish I was an Italian bassist), I'm not San Catri the deathmetal head, and I'm not Dick Catri the pro-surfer. Got it?
I won't even get started on the trashglam alter-egos save to insist that I was there first. It was the nineties. Got it?
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