beestealer

Got rather pissed, in mid week 'I so have nothing timetabled for tomorrow' style joy and decided I should take some pics. Since everyone else around here seems to be topless... and I have nothing better to do, I thought I'd sexually abuse my camera phone... bosh. Mirror tiles are weird









Some days I get sad thinking about how I'm never going to be as sexy as my Gibson, then I remember... I soooo hit that, like every night baby yeah! *insert --> ATHF's landlord Carl's voice* .

Met some interesting poeple this eve. Not least members of a local festival commitee that might put The Bee Shocked Qubed on in their dance tent. Could be cool, the kids will wanna dance, not chill out with beers to 'indie disco' wank. Not that I complain about our crowds, they only say nice things, I would just feel more comfortable if they were dancing to the dance music, lol.

It makes me think they're tripping out or something, if you saw a static crowd at a club, you'd think that some bad junk had circulated, this being the thing that rendered everyone's thoughts to narrow to a singularity about two meters infront of their eyes leaving coordinated motion out the window and the only thing left to do being to sit and talk quietly, jazz clapping at the good bits as it peaks their psychedelic experience and cheering only at the end of the show as the dramatic change in volume triggers their fragile trust fund raver minds back into sobriety.

Anyhow, good times for all. Word to my brothers and sisters 1 a Pint and Big D, little C and his Chicken, G (we love you man), E Rizzle, Dizzle Hizous, Facility Grey and The Walrus...... peace. x