Jesus sweet christ in a sauna

Gig on Saturday - fuck me it was hot! Yelling into microphones that seemed to work less well than one would like, sweat dripping from my nose as I threw myself into an awesome and raucous and penultimate Jimmy McLoxley, swopping obscenities with Ed about a bald git at the bar who had abused me earlier. Post Lox I was sweaty fucked, and still had a discofied In My Head to contend with, yet we all dragged ourselves through, and disappointed to miss La Folie due to kerfuckeredness we slopped off to play pool. All good though.

Onwards, to some electoral nonsense.

Psewteeat