Planemen

After a weekend consisting of Me getting a job at the Birdcage pub (SWEEET), regularly frequenting franks bar for tea and getting mad at Next Big Thing Results - we headed off on a series of the most gigs we'd ever done consecutively...

Grabbing a quick hello/goodbye with miss Caity and miss Nell, having returned from an expedition to London (probably looking for gold as they often do), we clambered into David Gray's 'Poolmobile' and made the 2 hour journey down to Chelmsford. Which was amazingly groovy, we played for Bitterscene at a Jazz club..thing. Which, apart from low ceilings which shaved Evan's scalp, was bloody cool and we had a swell time. BUT YOU'LL NEVER SELL ICE CREAM AT THAT HEIGHT PLANEMEN...

Next day was a pre-halloween bash for Purrrrrr @ Moles Club. Katie supplied the make-up, and as i had already donned my T'ai Chi uniform... i was given a curly moustache and named 'The Ghostly Chinese Chef'... Petrifying. Evan got a classic Joker.. Katie looked orange for some reason... and Rory was the homo-erotic demon clown. We settled in to play with our new Sailor Jerry's dice pre-gig...and then went off to learn a dance routine with the first band on 'Lego Castles'.
They played a cracking set of indie sweetness, and we joined them for a line-dance at the front of the stage just before their last number.
Some dude tried to get off with me and we were away!

Up north we head... in Craig's Mazda.. enjoying each others company and the fine breeze induced fun of the Candy King Bag Ventilation Game. And singing along to spoof Los Campesinos lyrics that me and rory came up with...
"If you catch me, watching the bill
and having a wank over D.I McGill"

Classy

To the Halloween City of Manchester!
Home Craig and Don't Spare the Horses....

We arrived at our Hostel at 3am on Friday morning having driven straight from Bath. Creeping into a room with 3 other people in it, and at 5am Katie woke up with a start...as she thought an innocent cough from Rory was one of the other guests shooting her in the face...

After a nice morning in Manchester, we walked the 10 yards from our hostel to the sweeet Koffee Pot - where we were met by everyone from Same Teens Mancheser, who we were playing a special Halloween Acoustic Gig for. They put on a bloody wonderful spread including spooky bangers and mash... and pumpkins and lollies and AXE'S and such. Thanks to everyone who came and especially to Eden and Holly who'd come quite a way and made a kabeedies bag and everything <3

We then scooted across to the night and day, and had a wonderful evening there playing to a room full of jilted brides and bloody businessmen... =D


After a hot night in the hostel, in which me and katie got up at 4am to go look for booze out in manchester 'til about 6.... when she decided she really wanted some sushi... we drove to Wakefield to play at the Escobar.

We met some really swell dudes in there, who got our Ukelele for their enthusiastic noises =D

then back to Leeds HQ Before heading East to the Adelphi in Hull....but not before a snooker tournament.... in which papa craig wiped the floor and rory lost all 3 matches on the black. PWNED

Heading for Birmingham, to a late notice show we'd planned in between Hull and Cardiff (Geographical genius from Craig), we met up with Kid Canaveral who we'd played with the night before in Hull. Bloody good they were too, and we swapped Vinyls and stories of how great Edinburgh is.
Birmingham was veee gus fun.
We were treated to a lurverrlly meal by the promoter, and Evan felt very close to his brummy roots in Stourbridge. Rory and myself were acosted by a drunken young lady outside the venue, who told us she saved childrens lives on a daily basis.. and asked us unsettlingly personal questions.. which we duly answered with glee and dedicated a song to her. Having met a great dude called Chris and his friends, we wandered off with Craig back to a swanky hotel he'd somehow managed to afford...
Enjoying a disgustingly expensive drink in a lovely bar, and katie and rory indulging their decadent sides by ordering a pizza to the room were just a few highlights. My personal favourite was wrestling evan in our room for an hour (at about 3am) much to everyone's arousal. Craig was pissed. it was brilliant.

Feeling slightly sore after wrestling through the night (evan has a mean dropkick, and my many years in school pretending to be Grand Master Franny from WWF seemed to help me very little) we drove across the Severn bridge into Evan's homeland of Wales.