...was the tour with our now dear friends DANANANANAYKROYD, they is lyke wellgud beast ov pipple. After a high speed burn around the UK we are all sad to have to leave the road and go back to our dreary shitty depressing excuses for lives . . . egg sucking dogs would (should?) quiver in their thyroid-lined boots. . . literally just harvesting thyroids for boots. It's the TRUTH!
GIG BREAKDOWN:
CAMBRIDGE: Knockingly convex brontosaurus flying off the shelf like a stooled bedpan
LONDON: Like a gonorrhea infested face towel (but the reverse)
MANCHESTER: Beef dripping spitoon, no i'm not... not this time.. COLONEL!
LIVERPOOL: Christmas presents delivered by some leprous distant relative. In a good way!
NEWCASTLE: Melodica, lasagne, chicken, expensive-in-its-day television, pies, pint of pasta, nudity, offices, "don't forget to tidy before you leave", rum, visitor's guestbook (destructor's guestbook), vom, happy chippy, girls, Belgian hippopotamus, pizza hut mis-administration, Zac Efron 17 AGAIN, Y'alright man and Binny, Stonking babe in Pizza Hut with 80's hair that somehow looked contemporary, X-rated video featuring penises (but in a good way!).
GLASGOW: Just like we left it; ablaze!
EDINBURGH: Ghost tour chicken soup
And that, Ladies and Gentlepoos, is the Truth! Now, sit back and wait for success to hit you in the eye like a money shot from Lexington Steele. Leave it like it was and it will remain. And gain! Mainly gain.
...when its 1:30 am, you've soundchecked at 5:30 pm and you're sitting drunk in a venue 15 minutes before you go on stage and including the 5 band members and friends there are about 8 people in the room?
Usually this feeling is a very ominous sign pointing to the torment of playing to 3 people (ironically when we seem to play best and have the most fun). Anywho, who would have thought on this occassion, 15 minutes after this sinking feeling first surfaced a crowd assembled and led to a bloody hoot of a show. Also pleased to announce that 11/8 does work at 2:00am, kind of like night nurse but with less Gregory Isaacs' jingles.
