Gay Love

Last weekend saw the Lovely Brothers doing 2 gigs on 2 consecutive nights, none of us could remember if this has happened before, but it felt like doing a tour. The first gig took place at the Orange Street Music Club in Canterbury, this was a rather drunken affair, and was full of on-stage hoonery, including Sam wrestling me to the ground whilst I tried to sing, then putting a balaclava onto my head and sellotaping me to Ben. This made performing difficult to say the least and also resulted in my precious costume being slightly damaged! The second gig was at a gay club called 'Duckie' in Vauxhall, they only wanted us to play for 10 minutes but were prepared to pay us handsomely for it (NB due to the fact that we very rarely ever get paid for gigs any amount greater than zero seems attractive) . Anyhoo, we played 5 songs and it went down really well I think. Who'd have thunk it? London gay scene here we come!

In other news Neil has ordered us ATP tickets, yay! Well done Mr Stewart! I look forward to requisitioning a guitar off someone and playing the chords G and C badly whilst singing 'Cambersands Holiday'!

Life is a f***ing popularity contest

Never has this been made more clear to me than this New Years Eve. Annalise and I had spent the night in a pub in Brighton with some friends. On the way home, at about 1am, it was pouring with rain, so we nipped into another pub and joined the dancing throng upstairs. In an effort to win my own robot I entered a robotic dancing competition. Myself and a group of other people ascended the stage and danced as if we were metal. I danced as if my arms were pneumatic and my legs had servos. Like the bastard child of Johnny 5 and Michael Jackson, I was indefatigable. No one could stop me, as more and more people were pulled off the stage for rubbish dancing I remained. My body coursed with feelings of hope, I could win! Even the judges had commented that they had found a winner. Then it was down to 2 people, me and a pretty girl. When the judges stated they were going to let the audience decide my heart sank. "Don't take away my robot!" I thought. Although the audience's cheers for my performance were laudable they could not compete with the whistling for the pretty girl, and her weak ass dancing, she was dancing like a robot that was so hi-tech it could completely mimic human motion. I WAS ROBBED. The judges even apologised afterwards citing my dancing as the best they had seen....

...right now I've got that out of my system... Happy New Year everyone, sorry to be away for so long, I've been somewhat distracted by a beautiful punkrock vegan!