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[w/ The Jekyl Brothers and Giveamanakick]
Doalns is a class venue, so we decided to play there once again. and highly enjoyable it was too. Giveamanakick is the worlds loudest individual. And the Jekyl Brothers were cool as well. So we were in a super mood when we played. And we were in a super mood after we played. and we kept being in a super mood for most of the night.
Smyth, God bless his cotton, D&G socks, travelled 700 miles just to be there. that’s dediction you can’t buy. well, i suppose we could if we could afford it. our currency is kudos.
Vinnie and Simons Fake pooing will not be gone into here. No. Not at all.
[w/ Sun Ra Arkestra]
sun ra arkestra was ok. Apart from that fact that it was Simons birthday the day before and some of us were there untill 5 in the morning. and some of us were so knackered we could hardly stand.
i have never sweated so much in my life. boy oh boy did i sweat. we did super lady again. just as we were finishing Paul and Dee legged it in, and hopped on the stage. we felt honour bound to keep it going another ten minutes. a bippin and a boppin, a hippin and a hoppin. the arkestra boys, at least those under 75, were
real into us. we’ll have to get the name of their tailors.
for some the spectre of dismissal from work was enough to make them go home real early. so… nothing more to tell you.
the ball, eh? not much to tell ye. we got there about midnight, sober and full of indians. and then
wobbled about chugging cans of warm beer til supergrass came on. so we watched them for a bit.
so then we did our gig. blah blah. we did a new song called superlady. after gig we hear that supergrass themsleves were slinking down the back, watching our show. imagine our delight. then it gets a bit hazy. there was more boozes. we was sitting in the dressing room and we said lets go to see kittser. me being the smart kind says to vin, lets nip back stage. he goes: can we, i wave me wrist band, we’s artisites, for facksake. so we do, and the bouncers part like hair in front of us. so we go and mooch on the side of kittsers rather large stage with his rather large crowd in front of him. paul was closest to us, so after every song we went smeeeeeeeet, smeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.. brown was stuck with the plebs in the crowd till he looked up at the stage and goes… is that dip??? these fucking passes must actually work. so, within minutes all the cake are subsiding to the left of the stage like proper rock and rollers. except me, who’s out side with vin, talking to supergrass about how splendid both our bands appear to be.
more hours passed, apparently. we made it back to jurgens and john and vin were heading back into town to go to the early house. they got a horse drawn carraige somehow, with john hanging out the back in his black suit with a bowler hat on, half a pair of sunglasses, pouring a bottle of coke into a bottle of vodka.
you couldn’t make it up.
[The Sabbath]
A whole day in aid of the Rape Crisis Centre. Organised by the redoubtable sfanagan and all that. A festival indoors. Deadly. The crème de la crème of kids with guitars and nothing to say. Except the bands who had something to say. But jayses, so many of them. More bands than you could shake baton at.
it started at 2ish. which left ample opportunity for sipping beer. we were on last, of course, so beer sippage was out of the question, right? you’d think so, what with our propensity toward playing really really badly while really really drunk. And then blaming me. i of course abstained from booze. OFCOURSE. no, seriously.
We played better than we had in quite a while. maybe we just missed missed whelans and it’s limited floorspace. We thew in the obligatory Black Sabbath medley. An unrehearsed Black Sabbath/ Irony man cretin collage, followed by Supertsar, a song no-one has ever heard before. even Ozzy wouldn’t recognise it. it being an instrumental (natch) he was prolly off with a keg of vodka and struggling with the remote control
or whatever it is the boy is famous for these days.
Dudleys version of Iron man rocked though. and he WAS drunk.
