Sunday, 15 November 2009

Facebook Feedback

Did a club night last night and Tim was invited on facebook.
FYI - Here's Tim. Let's not censor him - love him. He'll hate it.

"Who and what the fuck is electric blow hole and why am i getting messages through from it/him/her? I hate some peoples "stab in the dark" approach to Facebook, especially band promotion, Not Attending"

Tim, have a nice cup of tea and read my letter. That's right, slippers on, feet up. Now then. isn't that all better?x

Dear Tim Clark.
Thank you for confirming your non-attendance. Unfortunately you only did this an hour after the event had finished, so we all spent all night looking out for you.
Never mind.
We take your comments about "Stab in the dark" advertising on board. However, you must have been on a friend's list of one of the organisers, artists, bands, DJ's or film-makers involved, to have received an invite.
Therefore I would treat all of your friends with suspision until you winkle out and punish the one who had the audacity to invite you on a night out.
After holding an Electric Blowhole vote, we have decided that;
a) we are glad you didn't come as we had enough bad weather that night without your stormcloud and
b) we don't want to play with you any more.
Take care
Love you unconditionally.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009


and why is it that the people who talk the loudest have the least to say?
hello lovelies! the puppy is back!
still single, still tired, wired on caffeine.
things are good here, clubnight on November 14th, writing going in a new mag, little boy still the living embodiment of all that is good.

So, why the melancholy, why the dragging feeling deep in my chest?
Vague uneasyness wheneveer i spend too long thinking, intermittent arsiness.

Upon long and deep reflection, i can only think that it must be...

I need a shag.

The Scarlet Harlots.

The Scarlet Harlots.
A kick arse band from Birmingham. I invited them to Hastings, they came, we all had fun. Click on their pic to hear them....i recommend "A Secret"

Bend it, bend, just a little bit.............

What's that all about then? No curtains at the window, no dvds in the cupboard, Just a butt plug on the table. A sex squat. With an inflatable haemaphrodite frog sex pest. Count me out, thanks for asking.

Ain't it pretty?

Ain't it pretty?
imagine if you had to lick it.........