(Edited for utterly appalling grammar and terrible spelling, 10/11/2006. Hugs and raspberries, Tugboat.)
This post is well overdue, mainly because I had some hot video action to show, but encountered problems with puttin them on youtube, but mostly because I'm still recovering from the intense concentrated brilliance of last weekend.
So me and Tugboat, after much travelling and fatiguedness, got ourselfs down to Rob's in Norwich, which resulted in concentrated alcohol consumption, covering many of the scenic little haunts of Norwich (a bangin wee town I reckons). We met Rob's friendly folk, who are some downright lovely people, and drew all over the walls of the bathroom and each other. When we retreated to Rob's we consumed more alcohol and low class drugs I purchased for a modest sum before passing out on the couch.
Arab strap next. The set began as it had at the recent Galway and Belfast gigs I attended, starting with "Stink", "Fucking Little Bastards", "Dream Sequence" and "If There's No Hope For Us", before diverting into material from the Ten Years of Tears comp ("I Saw You", "Gilded") and then dipping into the fucking class A material before treating us with a stunning finale of The First Big Weekend (YES!) and returning with an acoustic encore, leaving us with a stirring rendition of "The Shy Retirer".
Fantastic gig, let down slightly by the fucking hardon in a cardigan brigade, notably that strange looking monkey boy thing (amusingly, taken on by Rob on all counts). Annoyingly, I have a sizeable portion of the gig filmed in quite good quality, though the files are too large for YouTube.
So yes, from there we kicked things into overdrive. I ripped my trousers up (being highly intoxicated) and we threw our hot sexy bodies all over the town of Norwich.
I was fucking knackered after the previous two night's binging so an order of Special Brew and 9 pills of Pro Plus would fit the bill (I recommend pro plus to nobody). We hit the underground trains. I pissed in public a hell of a lot without getting arrested (I pissed in a wine bottle in the train too. C'mon, it was a two hour journey).
When we finally got to Fabric, the queue was FUCKING MASSIVE. Tugboat then bought some (EDITED: because Tugboat thinks his mammy or the Gardai will read this, naw, im kiddin thuggys, glove you [DOUBLE EDITED: Go fuck yourself. Love, Tuggers]) off a (EDITED: casual racism, Daniel, you scumbag) lady in the queue which resulted in a rather pleasant half hour.
The next morning was horrible for me.
ARAB STRAP -The Shy Retirer (acoustic, from the tour only last single, 'ave it)