Hey peoples. There have been a few extra dates added, and for reasons known best to my agent, the Southampton show has been changed to a Cambridge show. FORSOOTH!
Oh, and you can buy tickets for the launch party in London here. Support will come from, amongst as yet to be announced Others, the mighty Miss OddKidd. Rah!
By the way, I am fully obsessed with that My Chemical Romance song.
I love a cannon, me.
ATD & THE WOMEN UK TOUR 2006
Fri3Nov Chester Telfords Warehouse
Mon6Nov London The Fly
Thu9Nov Manchester Bierkeller (Club NME)
Fri10Nov Glasgow Arches
Sat11Nov Middlesbrough Empire
Sun12Nov Newcastle Academy
Tue14Nov Nottingham Bar None
Wed15Nov York Fibbers
Fri17Nov Leicester Charlotte
Mon20Nov Bristol Academy
Tue21Nov Cambridge Portland Arms
Wed22Nov Reading Fez
Thu23Nov Wrexham Central Station
Fri24Nov Liverpool Academy
Sun26Nov Cardiff Barfly
Mon27Nov London Madame JoJos
Tue28Nov Sheffield The Plug (Club NME)
Wed29Nov Brighton Ocean
“I have never had a plague of AIDS since I sleep with jar of gipsy tears around my neck.” Borat
I am finding it pretty tricky to do all this video editing on my laptop, since the death of the harddrive that ran my desktop thing. But I persist anyway. Why? Cos I am a G.
So, I got back from Redditch, and the Romanian Relief Found Charity Shop on Church Street was still open. It’s shutting down, and today was it’s last day trading. It was pretty sad to see the place all ransacked and nearly dead. This is a high grade charity shop man. I have gotten some gems from their record boxes over the past year. I felt sad. Thing is though, as the place was shutting forever in eight minutes, everything was 10p. I got a fucking huge pile of gorgeous vinyl for three quid. Bonanza! Anyone in the are at 10:30 tomorrow should swing by, everything that’s left will be going for nothing, or going in the bin.
Big up all ye who came to the Adam And Jeremy Show at the Islington Academy the other night. It was fun indeed. Jeremy met our tour manager. I don’t think our tour manager knows what he’s letting himself in for. Gwilym showed up also, fresh from snogging a man on Dr Who spinoff Torchwood, minging in a terrifyingly hardcore fashion of school changing rooms and hammered off his red Welsh face, bless his gym socks. Jeremy refused to believe he ever gets that obnoxious when he’s drunk. Hell, we all do! I only do it in America though, for various reasons.
I am currently in Redditch, at my uncle and uncle and auntie’s, being confused by the television. We were at my cousin’s wedding reception last night, which was entirely lovely, and nobody punched anybody, as far as I noticed. I must flee to London now, and do eighteen billion things, and fret about my harddrive.
In the meanwhile, have ye Borat on Wonathon Joss. ENJOY!