It was wretchedly cold but we had a fucking great time at the !WOWOW! party at Area 10 on saturday. Big thanks to Matthew, Karley, Tamsin and all who made it happen. Much crowd surfing and jumping from the PA, (well done Teenage Mutants) and no smashed faces, as far as I could tell. Naked Guy deserves a medal for his heroic efforts in the face of the arctic conditions, proudly stripping to his skin for the benefit of all - and crowd surfing too. Give that man a hat and a cup of warm tea. Someone stole/hid his clothes, (inevitable in hindsight) and although we donated a t-shirt for his torso, he was left with plastic bags and shards of glass for shoes until the end of the night, when we found half his clothes behind the stage.


























The Rotters were brilliant, because they were rubbish - shoes and bottles flying at the stage as they stopped and started and stopped and shouted at the crowd. Me and Joe got up on the stage after that and played nonsense drum and bass for about five minutes before we were man-handled away by the soundman. Joe remained yoddeling into the mic, lying on the stage, chewing his lips like its 1999. But thats what your lips are for - chewing.

We been staying at the WOWOW squat for the last few days, much fun. Thanks to all for putting up with us. The night before last we played Club Fandango at Water Rats and by the second song there was a man removing his trousers and running around naked. Naked Guy, you have a rival. this Naked Man's dancing was more camp, but I had briefly spoken to him in the toilets before our gig and he seemed like a hardman. "You from Yorkshire?! I'm from Bolton! That's near Yorkshire!" He shook my hand in a macho fashion and slapped my back and shouted about us being "Northen!" I agreed, we certainly were. He said he was going to go mad for our set and I didn't discourage him, but didn't expect the knob out, or the camp dancing. By the start of I Know Kung Fu he had ran off with a microphone, Joel followed him and ended up singing most of the song in the middle of the dancefloor. the guy grabbed at the mic a few times and Joel let him shout into it at first. But when all the Naked Man can come up with is "Alright!?" He told him to fuck off and spent the rest of the song pushing him off. I think he got thrown out eventually.

Oh and the single's out this week: woop for that.