The journey home

Evening all.

Well that was a bit shit!! I'm back on the train with a stinking headache after a shit Sweetchunks set, followed by a good Bemis set.

On arrival at the Festing AKA another pit of Portsmouth grade despair, I tried looking for the entrance for the birdcage, (Cunningly hidden round the back by the ladies lavs). Everyone in the pub looking at me like I was a walking turd, some hunched over old codger still wearing his navy hat like its an act like a cunt with no consequence card, called me a twat.

I'm not that miffed, as the shit stain on the underpants of England that is Portsmouth, is populated buy self serving opinionated rat people, so self obsessed, inbred and deluded by some misplaced sence of entitlement and grandiose magnificence, That they would shit in they're own back garden if it was closer than the toilet, Rob thier cousin after fucking them. While screaming "Play up Pompey!" At the top of thier rat lungs.

To simply know that they are stuck there, like the juice at the bottom of a bin, like AIDS in a Petri dish like a rats feeding of a refuse dump...

That thought alone gives me the joy to carry on when I visit that vile used tampon that is Portsmouth.

(That and the old twat at the bar had crippling arthritis)

Remember kids, cunts join the army too.

Without exception all of my portmouth friends ahave left,are leaving or regularly out of the city.

This is aimed at those sad fucks who think the world ends at petersfield.

Back to the gig

My New stomp box tried to emulate its fore fathers by sliding round the stage like a greasy bastard. Causing me to prance like a fucking ballerina trying to hit the little shit.

I shall invest in gaffer tape in future.

And when I was trying to start 10,000,000 slaves the little spewtum flipped over and made a lovely feedback whine.

Could have gone better better, but the harmonies on Drunken sailor and wildrover recovered the night.

The Bemis set went well, and were all excited about tomorrow. Roll on Guilford.

I guess I'd give more of a toss about the gig. If we weren't playing to an empty room.

XD

Cheers chaps

Chunks

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