Tour Diary: Day 11
Miracle of miracles, every one of us is still walking talking and breathing. By very little good grace of mine. I...you can relive some of the awesome journey below, but we're all in agreement that we're putting it behind us and learning from our mistakes. And the next time it's immediate death. :)
We had a few truly spectacularly bad sets as part of the fall out. Birmingham, Liverpool, looking at you. We played Manchester last night/Leeds tonight, and seemed to be back on our game, or at least had a crowd who was feeling us a bit more than the last few. A delightful excerpt from Wendy Sheehan (send bombs) of the Birmingham Mercury said I was, "earth shaking in the way that her poorly emulated classic rock idols were simultaneously rolling over in their graves."
So you know, top form for The Strays. Also for the record: Fuck off, Wendy Sheehan. You're on our list.
The lads bought me a solid drunk, and we're rolling forward - to Edinburgh tomorrow. We're playing a <3gay bar<3!!!! So we'll go down a storm. Oh my god, I can't wait. I told the lads they have to 'dress up' and preen for the gays, they are our target. ;) Then rolling through the rest of Scotland and *gulp* Ireland next week. Countdown to doomsday...
I'm super tired still, and hopefully not getting sick. Possibly the frightening amount of boozing I've been doing, gotta dial that shite down. I've been downing juice and vitamins like it's my job to hold out until the end of next week. And blah blah blah- feast your eyes instead:
Sincerely thankful to be on the run from the law. I was treated to a (ballsy) recreation of the face I was making when I bailed them out while Aaron prays that I will end his life soon at this point. Lucky location being in hospital already.
THEN THE BEST THING I'VE SEEN ON TOUR: A STATUE IN HONOR OF MY MAIN MAN, Noodles.
*_____* oh GOD I can't stand it I wanted to find a miniature one and bring it home but there were NONE. Tragedy. Please DO NOT slide down Noodle! XD
Last night I met some pretty ace old groupies at a party we were "invited" to...long story short, they wouldn't let me take that unicorn painting DDDDDD: BUT there was THIS DUDE (!!!)
who told me his name was Acid Dump and told Marcus his name was Dunkadoo Balls, so you know he's alright. Wow that udder brew was fierce. A rather spectacular night in the end, and I ended up home with a spanner and broom in hand. Not a bad haul.
And one of ME.
Cause those lime green tights are so flipping ace I literally high-fived myself in the shop when I found them. I also thought I looked fitter than the immense Sgt. Tinkerbell shite I caught the rest of the night. Those tights were what attracted Acid Dumpadoo Balls to me in the first place. D better step it up. ;)
Hope all is well with you lot, my net has been spotty and shite - what's going on around the corral?
We had a few truly spectacularly bad sets as part of the fall out. Birmingham, Liverpool, looking at you. We played Manchester last night/Leeds tonight, and seemed to be back on our game, or at least had a crowd who was feeling us a bit more than the last few. A delightful excerpt from Wendy Sheehan (send bombs) of the Birmingham Mercury said I was, "earth shaking in the way that her poorly emulated classic rock idols were simultaneously rolling over in their graves."
So you know, top form for The Strays. Also for the record: Fuck off, Wendy Sheehan. You're on our list.
The lads bought me a solid drunk, and we're rolling forward - to Edinburgh tomorrow. We're playing a <3gay bar<3!!!! So we'll go down a storm. Oh my god, I can't wait. I told the lads they have to 'dress up' and preen for the gays, they are our target. ;) Then rolling through the rest of Scotland and *gulp* Ireland next week. Countdown to doomsday...
I'm super tired still, and hopefully not getting sick. Possibly the frightening amount of boozing I've been doing, gotta dial that shite down. I've been downing juice and vitamins like it's my job to hold out until the end of next week. And blah blah blah- feast your eyes instead:
Sincerely thankful to be on the run from the law. I was treated to a (ballsy) recreation of the face I was making when I bailed them out while Aaron prays that I will end his life soon at this point. Lucky location being in hospital already.
THEN THE BEST THING I'VE SEEN ON TOUR: A STATUE IN HONOR OF MY MAIN MAN, Noodles.
*_____* oh GOD I can't stand it I wanted to find a miniature one and bring it home but there were NONE. Tragedy. Please DO NOT slide down Noodle! XD
Last night I met some pretty ace old groupies at a party we were "invited" to...long story short, they wouldn't let me take that unicorn painting DDDDDD: BUT there was THIS DUDE (!!!)
who told me his name was Acid Dump and told Marcus his name was Dunkadoo Balls, so you know he's alright. Wow that udder brew was fierce. A rather spectacular night in the end, and I ended up home with a spanner and broom in hand. Not a bad haul.
And one of ME.
Cause those lime green tights are so flipping ace I literally high-fived myself in the shop when I found them. I also thought I looked fitter than the immense Sgt. Tinkerbell shite I caught the rest of the night. Those tights were what attracted Acid Dumpadoo Balls to me in the first place. D better step it up. ;)
Hope all is well with you lot, my net has been spotty and shite - what's going on around the corral?