Cackling Charivari

22/06/2014, 12:05

Haha that sounds funny really. Midsummer night's nightmare. Fuck it you will be out of there before long. We have all done it. Hope you and Carol have made up if it started as a row before going properly loopy?

We played a gig last night on a farm Over Wyre. Kids and dogs running round, beautiful remote fields, we played two separate sets like the Grateful Dead would, one at ten o'clock while still twilight then an hour later after dark and more drink...not cover versions or anything just our own stuff quite uncompromising...the woman whose fiftieth it was maybe thought she had booked a classic rock band haha!! It was all quite beautiful and dreamlike really.

Stoke on Trent gig with Bongoleeros next Saturday then the day after Kate and me are going on holiday to Minorca...she is a bit bonkers at the moment but not in a worrying way...Ging our drummer is also hearing voices constantly....2014 is pretty weird all in all

I Like Cock

Mon 17/08/15, 01:31

It may be a while since you have been to Todmorden - it is now the new Hebden and stuffed full of beardy young men and sexually confused young ladies, art galleries and vegan cafes and the like. It's alright I suppose, would drive me crackers living there.

Happy anniversary. Kate and me are fifteen years in January, not married but seeming ball and chain haha.

I told Xxxxxx that when she posted a picture supposedly showing her nervous skin rash I was just looking at her tits and hips. She then said that the black metal band had brought out her own inner misogyny. Don't you like women I said. I like cock, she said. Well it was sounding good. Then Kate came back from the bogs and the hussy scarpered quicksmart! Maybe she was worried about maraca insertion.

So many nutcases there actually - music was shite but good times talking nonsense sat outside the church it was held in.

Danish Blue

Sat, 25 Jul 2015 01:17:59 +0000

As for my neighbours here:

One side an old couple. Bloke seems literally brain damaged, sits on the kerb scowling a lot, has never spoke to me and ignores every attempt at hello. His wife is a faith healer and spiritualist and they sometimes do a touch of shamanic drumming. Her son (I think) sometimes comes round to do the garden and ends up shouting at her sounding very angry and crazy.

Other side a hot and crazy single mum with two brats - immaculate eye shadow and hair but not much going on mentally, some crap tattoos - drinks a lot - shy to the point of mental, will say hello if she is in a good mood - occasional boyfriends who lurk outside smoking weed.

A Skeleton Key To SP: Inside Multiple Systems

Thu 16/05/2013, 03:26

I saw BEATEN AND BUGGERED from that list and another similar one years ago and was quite shocked really. It looked like a how to guide for abductors - also the 'actresses' looked genuinely terrified when the knives were held to them. Interestingly vile stuff but I didn't want it in the house!

Apparently last Hobs single is reviewed nicely in The Wire by Byron Coley which is mental as it has pretty much sold out and it was ages ago. We are very obscure I suppose and hard to find out about. Playing on the Wirral a week on Saturday in Cynthia Lennon's home village, the posh Hoylake.

So twitchy and nervous lately. I probably need to take some medication.

Handbags With Anorexic Slag

Thu 19/02/2015, 22:50
That's a hell of an entertaining story. It's a year ago today since we funeralled Keiron and I declaimed a lot of bullshit in the pulpit like I did for John Everall too. I've cleared around 50 cl of Greenalls gin so far and called that tiny arsed anorexic slag Xxx Xxxxxxx an anti semitic bitch on the poxy internet. Fuck those Hamas supporting loonies really. I'll take rabid Israeli nutjobs over the sort of muslim cunts who would question where I can stick my cock if I wanted. But maybe this is the Irish Jew Jewboy in me speaking.

Make It Better

Wed 03/10/2012, 08:29

Go up Uzupio Gatve - as you enter the state there is a nice bar by the riverside, worth a visit - further up take the left onto Kriviu Gatve at the junction with the statue, the bar I really loved is maybe half a mile further uphill on the left side of the road, enter via a courtyard and it becomes a big beer garden. Not especially cheap or anything just delightful views of the city if it's sunny.

For local's dive bars and bizarre Soviet-era ultra-cheap cafes you need near the train stations. It all seemed quitesafe compared to eg Leeds. The bars and cafes on Pilies right in the heart of Old Town are all very pleasant. Shit-hot kebab shop there too. There is also a pretty amazing jazz record basement 'Thelonius' at Stikilou. Bar across the road from there was the most expensive we found. In that area it's all nightclubs...The courtyard near the Cathedral is pretty nice for meandering round in daytime.

Zante was waay too hot in middle of freak heatwave. Kate loved it but all the flies got me foul tempered. Amazing coastline like I've never seen but have come back feeling like shit from excess and ready to take the 12 steps. So glad to see rain. The heat was mental and made us both trip out a bit.

Sun 26/08/2012, 01:55

Hey Calum,

we have a bass player who is pretty invaluable and irreplaceable already...but you could join on kazoo for sure...where are you? How did you find us?

OK falling asleep now after much drinking

Simon

Comedy Hour

Lola(21): Set me free please, and should I be grateful? You barely feed me I’ve got bruises and my holes feel sore. I’m soaked in cum!! 18:15

Fucking hot isn't it, bruises all down your thighs and on your ass and tits, used for days by this beast. How about you get on your knees and pray to God, hands together like you are a kid at school assembly, see if God willl listen. I'd masturbate to see that. I'd like to film it too. I'd set up some website called Kidnapped Bitches Who Pray For Release, perverts would love it 18:18

Lola(21): Just one thing i pray, no gang banging.18:19