Ooh la la, busy weekend.
The New Band, a.k.a. Disco on a Stick, were supporting The Gandhis in the Village on Saturday night. Got all dollied up in my best showband-era costume, only for the sound check to run late and have 20 measly minutes to play. But a good time, only fell over once.
Working on a Sunday with a hangover, on an empty stomach (apart from Tiger beer fizzy remains) generally alludes to be rude to hungry brunchers and wishing all manner of dastardly deeds onto the spawn of Satan, or the kids who play with their French Toast on the table.
Also came across The Most Unhappy Mother-and-Daughter-Combo in the World, who finished their late lunch of lettuce leaf with bluecheese dressing, to scowl at me with the disappointed moues of raped Madonnas. Piss off, ladies, and call your own damn taxi to Brown Thomas.
All to be done again tomorrow...but lest I have a chance to actually sleep sometime soon, The New Band will be standing in for the Mighty Stef in Whelans from 9-11pm (Monday), probably cos he's sick of gigging and fancies a bit of Corrie or Eastenders instead of the rock and the roll.
Enjoy the telly, Stef, tape the good parts for me.
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Lazy bints. A taxi from the Village to Brown Thomas. It would take half the time to walk there. Of course they're probably not the type for walking.
I had my first public singing performance recently - in North Korea if you don't mind. Okay it was just one song in Karaoke but I like to say I have given a concert in PDR Korea :-)
They allow Karaoke in North Korea?
(was a really american thing to say?)
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