It took Paul six months to do this poster. He came close to madness.

[w/ Pilotlight]

Really, after all the work we’ve put in, we’ve earned this gig. It brings back memories. Feels like bleeeeeding ages since we’ve done this. Whelans hasn’t changed much, though word on de street suggests that it’s gonna.

We play lots of new stuff. Yes the new album is nearly finished. It’s become like an albatross at this stage. Now it’s been so fucking long it has to be perfect. But will it ever be? Anyway, we’ve got all the tracks and we’re recording and re-recording and the impetus to do stuff is back since the new guys joined. Imagine our surprise when they didn’t want to just sit around moaning and feeling sorry for themselves. Weirdos. Anyway, crucial to doing a good gig, is not to hit Eddie Rockets an hour before stage time. Ugh

Tonight’s stand out is the Train to Balinasloe. Or the Palace, we haven’t decided what to call it. Depends who offers us the most booze, doesn’t it.. Afterwards Simon, who’s now officially dead to us (boo hoo) suggests “fuck the quiet stuff”. He may have a point. Ah well, well met, Si. It’s the beginning of a new era. Lets mark it with a disk, oh please…. PLEASE. No bother. ASAP. New record. You’ll see.