Some of you may have noticed that we've had the builders in all week, but ladies, I can now assure that you can wee* in total comfort and peace of mind that you are not going to end up falling into the cellar, as the floor has been replaced with some fancy new tiles and stuff. You also may have noticed that our lovely friend Jess has been doing arty things in the loo's so you've got something pretty to look at while you're doing your business.
Alright, it's mainly boobs, tattoos, bikes and cars. But what did you really expect us to do? Just, gentlemen, please try not to get distracted by the tits on the ceiling and piss on yourself. No one likes a man who is covered in his own wee. Or anyone else's wee for that matter. Unless you've got a thing for stuff like that I guess, but that's an entirely different subject to be tackled on another day.
[*I didn't put poo because well, I don't want to think of any of you having a poo, quite frankly. But I suppose you can poo if you want. As long as it is in the toilet and not on the floor... and that has happened, before you ask. I'M NOT CLEANING YOUR POO OFF THE FLOOR.]
In a swift attempt to change the subject from wee and poo, I just realised that mine and James' update the other day, I totally forgot to mention how ridiculously fucking awesome Crazy Arm! were the other night! And Wonk Unit the Friday before actually. So, all in all, with Weirdsville in the middle of it, it was a bloody good weekend!
Tonight's gig free, but that's no excuse not to come and visit us. Plus, it's tabs week, so any donations to your friendly, neighbourhood bar staff's cause would totally be appreciated and rewarded by quick witted banter and a little less sarcasm than usual ;)
And, as I just re-saw this and found it equally as funny as the first time... (is re-saw a word? fuck it.)
