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Drinks before the show? Or perhaps some LFGSS burritos at the place round the corner?
Also, still prefer Less Talk, More Rock but give it time...
Sure thing. I plan on drinking cider beforehand with some buddies in preparation to dance like a crazy loon. PM me, innit. And LT,MR is clearly ace, but seriously, they just blow the fucking world apart with the next 3 attempts.
Dave.
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wow - blast from the past.
are these guys still around? did they break-up and get back together or have they been punking out for the past 20yrs?
[not trying to come across all "they were better when..., their first album was the best" genuinely interested as How to Clean Everything was a defining album of my youth. are all the fat records groups around?]
Prop are no longer on Fat Wreck, and their new album is probably their best effort. It's certainly the best album I've heard this year. I'm literally wetting my pants for the show on the 19th.
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I know Broughton well - it's hardly what you would describe as a 'village' - it's a few houses in the hinterland between Bedford and Milton Keynes. You drive through it basically to get to somewhere a bit bigger and a lot more bland.
Thinking about it, they probably got pissy in case Google uncovered the fact that they've killed dozens of people and have them buried in shallow graves.
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A mate of mine just got a Uni Pack as an interim bike (gasp, I did). I didn't really bother mentioning anything about them and just egged him on to sort a proper ride, but he did ask if I could take a look at his pedals for him. I did, and they were both screwed in at odd angles. How he rode it I don't know. The threads on both crannks were completly fucked by the person who assembled the bike, and one pedal eventually fell off when he was out riding. It's mind boggling.
You say it's good customer service that this Mick guy is helping sort out the fucked bikes he sells, but I'd do the same if I knew that I was selling shit that might cause someone to hurt themselves.
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Bad luck. Hope you're not hurt bad.
Likewise, I was riding a bmx once and just zoned out completely. I don't even know where my mind went to, but I do remember my face, quickly followed by my shoulders, genitals and knees, flying over my bars and into the back of a white van. Fuck a dog did that hurt. I was promptly called a "pissing wanker" by the driver (true). Then I went to cross the road - sort of in shock - and almost got hit by a car - and I was such a drip, I just fell over and yelped in the middle of the road. Another car full of dorky blokes even stalled becasue they were laughing so hard.
Gah. I'm still embarrassed five years later.
Jesus. That is awful. Deepest sympathies...again.