In the aftermath of damning reports from multiple credible sources of illicit liaisons between Rob Neville and Rojo in the walk-in of LEO's 706, Plastic Age self-dismantled themselves apart to the chagrin of their creditors. The Berts, Rob & Al, then formed an outfit (tight with frills) for the Harvey Milk Memorial Conjoined Twins and/or Co-Dependent Passive-Aggressive Roommates Battle-o-the-Bands, which won honorable mention in a field of two. Second place, in a departure from tradition, was awarded to a stray cat that wandered by.

Evidently there is a conspiracy to keep Rob Neville off the GBFT. Neville played balalaika and slide flute (fleisch flaut)on "Fuck, I Can't Tune My Guitar," and smacked a sheet of aluminium with a runcible spoon on " Shut Up You Fucking Loser." Yet these contributions to the ouvre of Plastic Age have gone largely underappreciated. In the aftermath of damning reports from multiple credible sources of illicit liaisons between Rob Neville and Rojo in the walk-in of LEO's 706, Plastic Age self-dismantled themselves apart to the chagrin of their creditors. The Berts, Rob & Al, then formed an outfit (tight with frills) for the Harvey Milk Memorial Conjoined Twins and/or Co-Dependent Passive-Aggressive Roommates Battle-o-the-Bands, which won honorable mention in a field of two. Second place, in a departure from tradition, was awarded to a stray cat that wandered by. NEVILLE NEVER RECOVERED FROM THE HEARTBREAK and to this day lives in an assisted care facilty in Ocala. He can be contacted at: imsogay@imsogay.imsogay

Yes, it's all true. Robert "Rojo" Johnson was picking up some vinaigrette at 706 for use at the slice store when Rob Neville bent over to inventory the reach in. Rojo felt a humming in his peeder and issued a series of salacious innuendos. Neville, wary of his tenuous hetero status, pretended not to hear. Nonetheless the two were discovered in the walk-in not long thereafter, unzipped and slathered in Leo's signature salad dressing.

Contrary to the assertion of LOBLO, Rob Neville, though heartbroken, did not disappear entirely after the break-up of Plastic Age. In 1989, Ro-Nev set out to make a name for himself in community theater. When Timmy O'Toole's 8th grade revue was cancelled due to an outbreak of measles (or acne, depending on the source), the Gainesville Community Playhouse green-lighted Ro-Nev's long-dreamed-of one-man-show, "Neville!" Featuring over a dozen costume changes and a show-stopping finale entitled, "The Show Stops Here," the production elicited gasps of delight from several audience members. That those audience members had been paid by Neville's parents to attend in no way diluted Ro-Nev's elation. "It's like the debutante party I never had," squeaked Neville.