Sunday Cider

Morning Chaps,

Its Sunday, Prof Cox is on the box and i have a cider in my hand.
Blog Time!

I Should be recording my Ep today but I've had a bastard of a chest infection, so I talk and cough up lung cheddar like an 80 year old sailor.
 Lils(My Future Wife) is at work, working her notice before taking on a new Job at Marwell Zoo.The house is empty and in order to stave of the desperate act of masterbation as a form of boredom relief i should write this then sort out some song writing..

Last nights gig was a rather tasy peice, Despite the fact i had to leave a quater of the way through the Leather rats set.
Damn you Southwest trains! And Damn my reliance of your Steel Snakes!
Having to rush to Guildford was a bit different for me. Not being used to rush hour trains (owing to a deliberate attempt to avoid them at all costs) combined with all the Southampton fans going home to Winchester (yes i wrote that correctly) meant there was a High Cozzer to tosser ratio.

We had your usual Briefcase tosser, who thinks by looking at thier feet while they push past you, gives them the balls to shove people out the way. even if your holding the door open for them.
     The plus side of these Tossers is that they are easy to toy with. For example: A BT (as we shall call them) saw i was holding the door open for him, but looked down so he couldn't have to say thank you.
As he was going out of his way to be rude, i decided to rescind my offer and alowed the door to shut, because our chrome domed chum was so desperate to avoid saying thanks, he didnt notice the door had shut and run straight into it at full pelt.
(The sound of Balding Tosser upon Glass is most satisfying)

I was expecting more Football Tossers, but due to the cozzers the tossers cut back on their tossery other wise the constabulary would have something to say.

Having the usual "Whats that on your back" talk with drunk people was as usual a highlight to my fucking life. taking the time to point out the obvious to people id rather see under a train rather than sitting in it,next to me,going on and on and on when all i want to do is nothing..... is just swell.


The GiG was a jolly good laugh, the set went really well with Surry peeps singing along to Bemis originals.
Made a few new friends and had some reminising chats about festivals, especially the Magnificent Beautiful days.
Hopefully we'll be playing with these chaps again soon. odly enough all of the bands that played last night will be playing at Bearded Theory. one a day like a spread of musical jam on the Toast of Derbyshire.

Mmm Music toast.

As i mentioned before the only thing to sully the evening for me was having to leave early.
Balls

Big shout out to :
Leather Rat
True Decievers
Stevie one man one mandolin

Cracking Gig, Cracking Group of chaps.

Well im off to wee. and keep my self .....busy.

Cheeio

Chunks