i want my Quiff back. NOW!
so i went to meet my old school/college mates Amy and sperry, and a northen friend of amys in the hatchett tonight, and i realised randomly BANG! was on, ive been meaning to go for ages but never got round to it, so we went, it was great, indy hits, norher soul, 80's stuff ago-go. and , during "psyco killer" by talking heads, a creepy guy turned up and started rubbing himself against my friends. so being the gent i went over and started rubbing myself against him. he got the message. so we danced into the night. also i saw the guy who's recording me band next week and we had a drunken chat.
also, after i left i bought a really hot somosa from a shop, and went outside. apart from the usuall drunk vicky pollard there was a guy in a wheelchair outside the shop throwing up. i gave him the bottle of water i bought to calm the samosa heat, then went back in and bought another one, and another samosa. when i came out he was still throwing up. nice to see that the disabled vomit, he was going at it like a fucking pro! if i had a scoreboard i'd have given him 10 out of 10.
and now im at home listening to the stray cats and drinking whiskey. stray cat strut!
*edit*
we had a band practise today, without the drummer as he's still in America, we had to use drum beats from the keyboard. we sounded like the soundtrack to a german gay bar. but we have a proper Accordian for recording. i'm exited.
so i went to meet my old school/college mates Amy and sperry, and a northen friend of amys in the hatchett tonight, and i realised randomly BANG! was on, ive been meaning to go for ages but never got round to it, so we went, it was great, indy hits, norher soul, 80's stuff ago-go. and , during "psyco killer" by talking heads, a creepy guy turned up and started rubbing himself against my friends. so being the gent i went over and started rubbing myself against him. he got the message. so we danced into the night. also i saw the guy who's recording me band next week and we had a drunken chat.
also, after i left i bought a really hot somosa from a shop, and went outside. apart from the usuall drunk vicky pollard there was a guy in a wheelchair outside the shop throwing up. i gave him the bottle of water i bought to calm the samosa heat, then went back in and bought another one, and another samosa. when i came out he was still throwing up. nice to see that the disabled vomit, he was going at it like a fucking pro! if i had a scoreboard i'd have given him 10 out of 10.
and now im at home listening to the stray cats and drinking whiskey. stray cat strut!
*edit*
we had a band practise today, without the drummer as he's still in America, we had to use drum beats from the keyboard. we sounded like the soundtrack to a german gay bar. but we have a proper Accordian for recording. i'm exited.
maybe it's the cheap vodka.
is the hatchet night upstairs on a friday? or just in the main bit?... we sometimes go to the hatchet before going on somewhere else. but it's so expensive!
i used to go to digi:tech sometimes upstairs there. that was weird.