Although it was freezing, raining and the venue was a semi-dodgy scout hall, it was a really good turnout- lots of skinny indie kids in Doc Martens with cans of beer. We muscled our way to the front and yelled out encouraging things such as "Hugh Deacon is an exceptionally good drummer!" and "Hugh is the best member of the band!" much to his embarrassment. Lots of people were buying the CD's! So yeah. That was good.
Now I am sadly at home with some retarded form of food poisoning, and I would just like to clarify:
---I DID NOT CONSUME ALCOHOL LAST NIGHT AND I DEFINITELY AM NOT HUNGOVER! ---
IT MAY HAVE BEEN THE EGGPLANT. I don't know. Fuck the non-believers! I'm just fucking ill ok. It happens ocassionally.