Tuesday, November 08, 2005

 

Müf in the jungle business..

Oh yeah, swept up in the memory of last Friday I forgot all about Müf playing at the Boxing Club in Reading this Friday! I haven't played there before, so I get to tick another Reading venue off my list. We sounded tickety-boo at our last rehearsal in Rebus' secret underground lair and will hopefully also rock the arse out of it tonight. Now that I've shaken my flueyness off, I should be able to sing without sounding like my balls are in the process of dropping, which will be nice.

Will be good to play on the same bill as the Palestinians again (after the After Dark show), they're real punky like, but in the good old British fashion, not the American, Blink-182, Bad Religion way. I love Bad Religion tho, that's not to disrespect them or Blink 182 for that matter (altho I'm not a big "Blinkie"). Will be good to check out Daily Dose n'all as I've heard good things about them.

Currently brushing up on Christmas songs with All Wrapped Up too - deep joy. Deep-veined thrombosen joy. Joy to the world, etc. Oh well, if the party-goers get drunk and have a grand ol' time shouting away to Shaky's "Merry Christmas everyone" then I'll consider it doing my part in spreading some yuletide love, just don’t ask me to enjoy playing the false ending to "I wish it could be Christmas everyday". Derr-derr, derr-derr, derr-derr, derr-derr, etc.

Watched several episodes of "Ultimate Force" last night - think it may have spoiled my appreciation of Grant Mitchell being back in Eastenders ("Just stand there and look 'ard"). Now I want to see him blow people away with automatic rifles.

"You've 'ad this comin' fer a long time, Dot.. *bangbangbangbang* .. an' where do you fink you're going, Ian? *kerblammo!*"

Now THAT'S entertainment.

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