The first week of the big tour and much fun has been had, not least inside the four walls of our glorious van. Formerly the chariot of Aquarius Professional Carpet Cleaners, this fine vehicle has merrily shipped us from gig to gig like some kind of bus or train. Or a van.


You may recognise an imposter in the middle of the above photo - Tom, our on the road DJ, also known as Thug With Knife #2. Aswell as he, we have Martin (Driver/Stockbroker), Skotty (Tour Manager) and Larry (Heavy Lifting/Rock Breaking). All providing a valuble contribution to sanity in the back of the van where the sun never shines and the door rarely opens, except for the release of excrement and screaming beserk obcenities at other motorists. Here is a photo of Tom giving the Elephant who lives in the back of the van some poppers. Nice one Tom, he looked like he needed that.


Aswell as the slow decent into cabin fever we've been playing gigs. Although we forgot to tell Elvis he was meant to be playing with us in Glasgow and Haunted House had to step in at heroicly short notice. One of the best was the other night at the Metro in London with Klaxons (below) who are fucking great.


I wore my workie day-glo jacket for that one, wot I stole off your bin man Dad. It as hot as bastard. I need to keep my eyes peeled for some more appropriate rave-attire in future, but for now it'll have to do. Maybe best not wear it every night or I'll sweat my glands off.