You buried it WHERE?

Captain Beefheart and Piebeard had scarpered with the collections gathered at the galactic mega gig that was LiveAte. This marathon of bucket swinging begging was ostensibly to raise funds for Pies for charity organiser's Bono and Geldof's larders, which they promised to share out with everyone fairly. But there was a great deal of cynicism about this, as viscious rumours grew that they actually wanted the money to buy time for their ailing public profiles.

All of this was academic, however, as Beefheart and Piebeard made off with the ship that was filled to brimming with the cash filled buckets.

They raced across the galaxies, hunted hard. They had to stash their booty - and Captain Beefheart had a plan. They split up, Beefheart acting as decoy, while Piebeard was to bury the treasure somewhere safe.

It worked beautifully. The pursuers became confused by Captain Beefheart's wily ruse, and went home. Piebeard found himself in a magnificent place where the inhabitants were delightful people who did not care about money at all and actually helped him to bury it in their back gardens, with the attitude that perhaps it might grow into a nice shrubbery or something, but leastways it couldn't do any harm.

Later, Piebeard and Captain Beefheart met over a pie. Captain Beefheart asked Piebeard where he'd buried the booty. "Blogadoon!" he replied proudly. Captain Beefheart took the liberty of smacking Piebeard across the ears. Blogadoon, he explained, is the mystical ephemeral blog that roves untraceably around the Blogosphere like some demented window whacking wasp, thwacking into and out of existence like nobody's business.

Finding it, therefore, and consequently the booty, was going to be a bit of a bugger.

So off they went in search of Blogadoon, picking up companions along the way. This they do pursued always by Bono and Geldof, now arch enemies of Beefheart, Piebeard, and crew. They hunt them tirelessly, and without tiring, always...