Saturday's show got cancelled (grr!) but we got offered a last minute show at a custom car & bike show on Sunday instead.
The guy who offered us the show had seen us before, and knew we had some "racy" lyrics - but decided to have us play outside in the marquee, in front of an all-ages audience. We hadn't got time to change the set, and our singer didn't want to "self censor" himself - and why should he? So we went on and swore our little hearts out.
This lead to someone actually putting their hands over their kid's ears and dragged them off - just like in a bad sitcom!
Today has been a Bank Holiday rife with nothing much - walking in the sun, sitting with the window open letting the breeze go through the flat and eating strawberry splits. I'm starting to like warm weather. All that can ruin it now is going to work tomorrow.
Shit.
The guy who offered us the show had seen us before, and knew we had some "racy" lyrics - but decided to have us play outside in the marquee, in front of an all-ages audience. We hadn't got time to change the set, and our singer didn't want to "self censor" himself - and why should he? So we went on and swore our little hearts out.
This lead to someone actually putting their hands over their kid's ears and dragged them off - just like in a bad sitcom!
Today has been a Bank Holiday rife with nothing much - walking in the sun, sitting with the window open letting the breeze go through the flat and eating strawberry splits. I'm starting to like warm weather. All that can ruin it now is going to work tomorrow.
Shit.
Just as I suspected! Thursdays carry no allure for anyone! Well, either that or nobody visited my journal... 
Last minute show tonight at The Shed..."the safest venue in Leicester"
Oh dear. Not after we descend on it.
Last minute show tonight at The Shed..."the safest venue in Leicester"
Oh dear. Not after we descend on it.
I'd like to suggest a competition, seing as Thursdays are so completely rubbish.
If you can tell me in 15 words or less why Thursdays are in any way notable, I'll send you a random book from my collection.
Away you go...
If you can tell me in 15 words or less why Thursdays are in any way notable, I'll send you a random book from my collection.
Away you go...
Mars Volta: Your new CD makes me feel all funny
Golden Wonder: Your peppeoroni and cheese crisps are the fantasticness
Pencils: I like how you smell when I sharpen you
Television: You are diappointing me this week
Shakin Stevens: Your autobiography makes me laugh
Golden Wonder: Your peppeoroni and cheese crisps are the fantasticness
Pencils: I like how you smell when I sharpen you
Television: You are diappointing me this week
Shakin Stevens: Your autobiography makes me laugh
It's not turned out to be a great week so far.
Screwed over by work (I'm being moved to another team without my consent) - and screwed over by the bank (they offered me servcies they could not deliver).
Whenever I get a spell of 'bad luck', I tend to become worried about what else could go wrong, to the extent where I bring down the thunder all by myself.
Example - I'm fed to fuck up with work so I angrily fish my keys out of my pocket, scrape my hand on a suddenly sharp-as-a-blade key and drop the bastards before I get them in the door.
Toe stubbing is also caused by bad moods, and not hitting your toe against a blunt object, as some people would have you believe.
See also: paper cuts, biting your nails too far down, and thinking your hands are move heat-proof than they are when handling fresh-from-the-oven products.
Screwed over by work (I'm being moved to another team without my consent) - and screwed over by the bank (they offered me servcies they could not deliver).
Whenever I get a spell of 'bad luck', I tend to become worried about what else could go wrong, to the extent where I bring down the thunder all by myself.
Example - I'm fed to fuck up with work so I angrily fish my keys out of my pocket, scrape my hand on a suddenly sharp-as-a-blade key and drop the bastards before I get them in the door.
Toe stubbing is also caused by bad moods, and not hitting your toe against a blunt object, as some people would have you believe.
See also: paper cuts, biting your nails too far down, and thinking your hands are move heat-proof than they are when handling fresh-from-the-oven products.
Tomorrow I get one of the most mundane "medical" procedures imaginable done - ear syringing.
The gain in distance hearing will be nicely balanced by me going "turn it down" It's too loud!" at every band practice from now until my liver collapses. And seeing as Fridays have now evolved into "Shooter Friday" - this could be sooner than I planned.
MIlk thistle please.
P.S. Juliette Lewis? Singing a song? Fucking superb!
The gain in distance hearing will be nicely balanced by me going "turn it down" It's too loud!" at every band practice from now until my liver collapses. And seeing as Fridays have now evolved into "Shooter Friday" - this could be sooner than I planned.
MIlk thistle please.
P.S. Juliette Lewis? Singing a song? Fucking superb!
Absinthe. In a shooter with Aftershock and Goldschlager. This is not clever. Drinking 3 of the buggers is downright fucking stupid.
Oh, right. So the reason that I've been experiencing dizzy spells and feeling like shite for the past couple of weeks is not because I am dying of brain-rot.
Rather, I have non-fatal hayfever and impacted wax - which means I have to go get a lovely ear syringe next week. Bleh.
This is why you should always ask your GP about ailments rather than work yourself up into a paranoid/hypochondriac death fantasy.
Who's up for some liquor?
Rather, I have non-fatal hayfever and impacted wax - which means I have to go get a lovely ear syringe next week. Bleh.
This is why you should always ask your GP about ailments rather than work yourself up into a paranoid/hypochondriac death fantasy.
Who's up for some liquor?
