uh oh

Oh shite.

well, we've got another gig.

november 29th, upstairs at the garage again, I believe.

ANYWAY, it seems Frankie Flag has not yet had enough of us (despite my getting kicked out of sheep on drugs backstage for wanting to set fire to them and the general escapades involved in the first gig's shenanegins)...

SO... THERE WILL BE ANOTHER DEATHBOY GIG!

Hurrah!

Right, well, anyway, we're not going to go mental like we did last time.

For our first gig, we did, indeed go somewhat apeshit.

We've been ridiculed and lambasted for it and I don't think that's fair, but I understand the reasoning.

Last gig, we were on... well.. our first darn gig... so, yeah, we asked a lot of our mates to be there, and I'm ultra-ultra-happy that so many people turned up... we had a wonderful night and I hope that everyone else did.

However, certain small-minded dog-fuckers on the scene - I believe his name is Uncle Nemesis - chose to rip the living shit out of us as if I'd had full, penetrative sex with his mother, *at least partially* because, for our *first gig*, we'd been so presumptious as to ask our mates along.

SO!

I DARE, NAY, FUCKING *DENY* ACCESS TO ANY FUCKING PERSON I KNOW!

COME TO MY GIG AND SUFFER, YOU BASTARDS!

IGNORE THE FACT THAT WE NOW HAVE A BRAND NEW AKAI CD3000 SAMPLER!

FORGET THE FIERCENESS OF PLANKY'S NEW EFFECTS PEDAL THAT PROMISES EVIL SYNTH STRINGS AND ACID LINES PLAYED ON GUITAR BUT CONVERTED INTO ELECTRONIC EVILNESS!

FORGET THE FACT THAT WE'D DONE ONE GIG AND ARE LARGELY BEMUSED TO BE GIVEN THE CHANCE TO OFFEND THE PUBLIC ONCE MORE!

or... you know.... just fucking **turn up** and that!

you KNOW I'll be posting a flyer as soon as shit is confirmed....

ho ho motherfucking ho...

you thought there'd never be a second gig and now there is...

I can only apologise for what my band is about to do....

:D:D:D

unsuprisingly...

well, a typical night in the land of deathboy...

Go out to get pissed with a very nice man I met at slimelight....

Also meet up with ReaverBob.

Finally get a message from PDA to say that he's alive...

Which... you know... is nice...

Being as ERIS phoned me about half an hour before to say that there is ANOTHER DEATHBOY GIG on the horizon!

(and knowing your bass player is still alive is a total bonus in this kind of situation...)

Get Drunk...

Get home and listen to lots of gary numan.

Remark upon how much arse we intend to kick, while being sufficiently pissed as to not be making any real or contractually binding promises.

Talk shite on LJ.

Insult the entire channel on uk_goffs (as they're all asleep).

Shag your mom.

Repeat.

Ha har.

Oh lordy.

THAT'll fucking learn 'em....

Coo.... please note... anyone who knows Uncle Nemesis...

I've heard that he's supposedly a lovely bloke.

As such, I'd very much like him to come to our SECOND GIG.

You know.

For a genuine, detatched, critically articulate apraisal of how me and my band have "grown" since our first gig.

And not to kick the living shit out of the mealy mouthed, whining little cunt for not having an open-minded braincell in his entire fucking EBM-wanking head AT ALL.

Or anything.

Apparently, he's bigger than me.

So it would be absolute lunacy to intend to kick living fuck out of him when I see him.

Or... you know... something as childish and unprofessional as that.

Which I hope you know I'm well beyond.

Professionally.

And that.

Oh yes.

On a side note, we just spent the night winding up the people who man the "TIME LIFE" shit-ass-compilation CD phone lines by telling them that they were wankers / that we loved them truly.

I think it's safe to say they won't be phoning MY house in the near future.

So yeah.

I utterly, utterly promise that I don't plan to rip the fucking eye-sockets out of uncle nemesis because everyone I know that knows him says he's a really nice man with wide and culturally diverse and valid interests in the whole spectrum of the alternative scene.

But...

You know...

I'm a fucking CUNT when I'm drunk.

ooo eck

FECK, we got drunk last night...

I am STILL hung over and have only just put on trousers.

My brain isn't working...

urgh.