Good evening chaps.
So I'm in my favorite jazz-trou watching the complete scrubs DVD's that Lily got me for my Birthday.
Looking back over the last two weeks shenanigans, the increase in wedding related activities is becoming obvious. The date itself seems to be looming like a giant cake covered doom beast. The only thing more terrifying is the evil cuntasaurus that is the ever increasing bill.
But cover it up with a "fuck it" blanket, and its actually a laugh.
Going to a jewlers Looking at £600 paladium rings and then asking for a simple silver ring. Then watching the jewlers' face is fucking hilarious.
On the gigging front..
The inferno showcase was a resounding success, plenty of chums and punters, good music, lots of drinking and despite an attempt from a group of disgruntled Welshman. (disgruntled despite winning t'rugby, maybe its was because they couldn't tell which way up their silly flag should go...... How can you take a flag that has a giant lizard on what looks like a candle mint cake with a mouldy bottom on it seriously.)
Casual racisim aside it was a good night.
We've been asked back, were looking to do another show in Southampton, so brace your face.
After a tasty session at Express FM with Gareth and Rich as Bemis at 12. I've been walking around Portsmouth and have been tired since 4pm so I'm going to bed.
Night night Chunkland.
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