Monday, 27 April 2009


I haven't posted in a while, not really had much to write about that I can imagine would be of much interest to anyone. I've not taken as many pictures as I know I should since we've been here, but I was ill for the first week we were here, then straight into the studio so I'm not going to feel too bad about it.

I'm not going to do a day by day account, because reading back on old posts I dislike how it reads so I'm just going to say we've met some truly brilliant people, seen some amazing things, and eaten some of the best mexican food outside of mexico. Life is good.

Hoop dreams.
I love 147 Elm Street and everyone in it.

The rope swing at Amy's.
Sunny days.

Boston parties hard!

Fenway Park.

You can stand right by the tracks here.

Jon Garwood is a perfect human.

I hope you don't mind me sharing this.

Sunday, 26 April 2009

Thursday, 16 April 2009


We're in America, I cant believe they let us in. 

Thursday, 9 April 2009


Underworld tonight was the best show of tour. Thanks for coming down if you did, we had a lot of fun. That's all I have to say, this is a husk of a post. I'll make more effort tomorrow. Maybe.

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Back in the UK.

An overdue homecoming post. We drove through the night from Belgium on saturday after watching Madball (who were amazing), to Wrexham in Wales. We'd never played Wrexham before so really didn't know what to expect, but there was a lot of people and they showed us a great time. Thanks Wrexham, we hope you'll have us back. Huge thanks to Andy the promoter and his family for putting us up, no thanks to his cat with a human voice for wailing in John's ear all night.

The previous night's feline interruption led to a short, tense drive to Manchester where we managed to pacify John with a Nando's. Show was great, saw some old friends and made some new ones, before spending the night in Sheffield with TS, Godfrey and Sam. Huge thanks to those guys for bringing us a load of Drop Dead stuff, and for generally being excellent humans.

We're in Glasgow tonight, where again, we've never played so don't really know what to expect. If the show is a washout, at least I can claim some money back for returning my Barr cream soda bottle. It's called progress people.

Thursday, 2 April 2009


I was going to apologise for not posting again, but then I realized I was actually suprised there was running water in some of the places I've been to in the last 5 days, let alone internet access, so I'm not going to.

 The past week has been completely surreal. It feels like we've driven more in the last five days than the first 3 weeks, and has left everyone completely drained. Haven't really taken many pictures as we seemed to spend all day driving, loading in, eating, playing, then leaving again, all in the space of about 12 hours, so not a lot of time to look around. It seems bizarre to just sum up my experiences of these countries in just a few sentences, but I don't think we were in any of them for long enough to write more.

That said, I tried to take at least a couple of pictures that summed up each place.

Slovakia - 

This was one of the most bizarre places I have ever seen. It was exactly as I imagined it, only I actually enjoyed myself. The show was absolutely wild, as were the kids partying afterwards.
My camera died almost as soon as I got to the venue, so sadly* no pictures remain of Nick and I staying up til 4 in the bar til we had to leave for the drive to Munich. Before we were plied with as many rum&apple juice shots as we could drink, I took a couple of pictures.

*I'm definitely not sad about this. 

I haven't got a clue what this is, but there were three of them on the wall, and I liked them.

I am well aware that this is a terrible photo, but I just couldn't believe Pid was on Slovakian TV.

Leaving Slovakia, Salvador Dali landscape.

And so to Vienna, where again I saw next to nothing of this landmark of architecture and culture, bar the venue, an Irish themed bar, and a dirty, overpriced nightclub. 

Yeah, thats really it. Sorry Mum.

Then to Budapest, where it's a pretty similar story. Show was amazing, after which we headed to the hostel, then went for a walk to get some food. This was cut short when our driver John saw someone get stabbed in the face 30 yards from the kebab shop we were in. Good times.
I am going to write a book of John's expressions.

We run Budapest.

Owing to the literally torrential rain, I took no photos on the way to the venue in Slovenia. 
The following are from the house we stayed in, which was the furthest building from civilization I have ever been in. Apparently the woods surrounding the house were rife with wolves and bears, though we didn't see any. Which is a shame, as the owner of the house was the very proud owner of two bazookas. I'm not even slightly joking. 

That's all I can be bothered to write for now, the 10 hour drive from Belgium to Wrexham has robbed me of any motivation. Just a week left now, check the dates on our myspace and try and make it to a show. Bibby.