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NEWS.

June 2008.

Not a busy month for us. Which is kinda cool in the sense that we can sit back and relax and reflect. At the beginning of the month I twisted a ligament in my knee which resulted in a four hour wait in A and E with a result of eventually limping out saying “I’ll keep an eye on it”. After all it was a Saturday and we always play on Saturdays. (Providing woody is not away) We were billed at “Rawmarsh Trades & Labour” Bones had booked the night off for a Boring But Quirky (BBQ) and was already probably a bit tipsy (whampered more like). So we had Arnie in to cover. I didn’t want to be responsible for a cancellation so went straight to the gig after limping out of casualty. ( I kind of got a feeling I was gonna be in there awhile when people started showing up with limbs missing and blood spurting all over that I might be put back a bit on the waiting list and lets be honest, they don’t even provide any leisure things like a TV or tunes to listen too or girly mags, only a leaflet to tell you how important your injury is in order to be seen and in my case the coffee of the medical staff will have accidentally been knocked over so they can’t warm it up again after 4 attempts.) Cut a long story short, the club understood the situation and altered their timetable and I played on stage in my civvies and used a chair which was not high enough but very appreciated, and I got home early too cos I couldn’t load the van.

Then A week later, Buster wanted some sympathy and faked an injury. Yes folks. He wanted some easy “not lifting heavy gear time” He even went to take time out and bandage his ankle and borrow some 1970’s crutches from Work dodging Waltley and pretended he was in pain. Never used the crutches all night. Of course none of that is true. Bless him. He’s an old man and got pis I mean he rescued a kitten from a marauding Mongol on the rooftops of New York.

But basically. The lack of booking is, and quite maybe be a godsend because woody is having an operation this month. (voice transplant. only kidding Wood woody) No. his elbow, but you don’t sing with your elbow so someone will have to be in the van carefully throwing the gear about and hoping it lands like a good game of Tetris.

May 2008

Buster got back from Cuba,,, CUBA! Bloody CUBA. I mean,,, CUBA for crying out loud. (Bless him though, He brought me a proper stogy back.(better than last time when he went to Spain and brought me a can o’ lager)) We all did a weekend together but Arnie had to stand in for Bones cos he has hurt his wrist again. (I know,,, He’s been at it again the dirty old,,,) Anyhoo. Now Woody has gone on holidays init? Don’t know where he’s gone. Don’t care to be honest. I know he’s gone abroad, like buster did. I had a week in a windy farm country surrounded by sheep that disappear at night when there is a full moon and all I get running through my mind is bloody “Dog Soldiers” and they are on a sunny beach, lapping it up and getting merry. I hope their next sh*t is a hedgehog.

April 2008.

Everyone needs a holiday now and again and we need them too. As some of you are aware, we all have day jobs. (we got to earn a living somehow.)

We need to forget, then remember why we do this in the first place. We do it for fun. If it turns into a job then it will turn into a chore. If it turns into a chore then the magic will fade and we will have to seek alternatives. So,,, Buster has gone to Cuba. “CUBA!” Bloody CUBA? He’s gone for two weeks. So we’ve got Arnie and The OX to stand in for him and me cos I’m going for a break, a week in the dales. Lots of sheep! Annoys the hell out of me cos ma boy can’t go running in the fields. The sound and show will be different but we can guarantee that you will still enjoy the night.

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CUBA! Bloody CUBA.