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Ben
 May 27, 04 - 12:48 PM |
Do a gig soon...
...or suffer as much as a man who has had suffer all his wife! Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do. The plan was simple, like my mate Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for while. Oh, Jason, take me! she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land-mine or something. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint. It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing. She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. |
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cass
Jun 7th, 2004 - 10:32 AM |
Re: Do a gig soon...
okay..... |
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john
Jun 11th, 2004 - 12:34 AM |
Re: Do a gig soon...
...at least two gigs coming up soon, we'll post the details as soon as we can, and hopefully there are more in the pipeline....we'll let you know. |
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Ben
Jun 12th, 2004 - 2:05 PM |
Aaaaah...
...that is like music to my ears, which, unlike Van Gogh, I am able to say. 
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cass
Jun 18th, 2004 - 9:13 AM |
Re: Do a gig soon...
be sure to check the 'live' page on the website for forthcoming gigs ! |
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