These Strange Explosions Hit Me Like A Fist Of Light

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Hey Team, back from Cardiff and Biffy. The Biff were, as before, excellent and dropped a thoroughly enjoyable set, which me and Mel then went on to perfect by getting utterly, mind-numbingly shit-housed and basically being dicks. The usual stuff went on, the only real difference was that the people had Welsh accents when they said "fuck off!". We also managed to have a lockin drink at a cocktail bar when everyone else had left, I don't know how. All good. Here's a lovely picture of the beautiful men themselves:



I'm working this evening but will attempt to come out after and bring a little bit of meaning into your otherwise futile existences. I'm kind like that, I'm a giver, it's what I do. Bonus love will be awarded for the following things:

Showing cleavage/2 buttons undone on your shirt/bit of leg (male or female)

Opening our conversation with the phrase "S'up Homes"

Having a drink ready for me when I arrive - finding out my arriving time purely through psychic powers

Being so drunk that you don't remember me, or what I did to your mum

Giving me a back rub

Introducing me to someone I don't know who I can then mercilessly mock and not feel bad about it

Debating with me which one of the Thundercats had the biggest wang

Getting my name or face tattoo'd permanently onto your body

Check out this lovely bit of wood from the PRS private stock collection