St, sorry, Dr Albarns – you rocked! Yes Boss and Marv are DUMB!
Leicester Charlotte – you are as beautiful as your namesake!
I am having two days off tour in London. Last Night – twixt two am and… um… recently – number amongst the worst hours of my life. This comes from a boy that, on occasion, has been set on fire, stabbed, and slept under benches and spent numerous long weekends in jail.
However!
I take comfort from My Chemical Romance. My friends. And my ever avinit self. I composed two songs today. Booya.
New develpments! People of the St Albans area! We are playing your town tonight! The venue is known as The Horn. Get it!
Um, yeah. See, we were in York last night, deviating from our script by supporting Yes Boss. We were particularly excited as Marvin and Jack were meant to be ploaying too. Then we got asked to do tonight with them an all. Two dates with our friends! Fun!
Sadly, however, Marv and co. pulled out. But we had fun with Yes Boss and the seven and a half audience members anyway. And were looking forward to tonight.
!!!!! But !!!!!
Yes Boss have pulled out!
Buggers!
So Akira The Don and The Women will be stepping in, last minute style, to headline the show and bring joy to the people of St Albans (which is but 20 minutes from King’s Cross on a train, and they run till 2am). Come down and use the word “party” as a verb with us!
(Big up the nice big lady in our hotel, and the people of yesterday who came down specially, specially you two who came from Leeds, and the Beard Of Love, whose gift of a mighty doublet I shall rock tonight. Seeme!)
Today i being mary will be writing as adam yesterday drank two whole bottles of whiskey being the silly boy that he sometimes is and now his body is punishing him.
We have had a day off and adam and jeres went to see adam’s dad and drank booze and played table skittles, I saw my cousins and hippy dan saw his brother. We were reunited and played last night in Nottingham there were lots of Akira fans and even though the sound didn’t go to plan everyone loved it. John the promoter was lovely although he really shouldn’t have given Adam the extra bottle of whiskey.
We are now wondering around the beautiful city that is York hippy Dan and Jeres are leading the way for food but with their vegetarian radars Adam and I want meat preferably prepared in a Nando’s style.
Right I’m rambling….
Well, the Newcastle show was brilliant, we were well good and the peoples were On It. Big up Dean, Kim the ace soundlady, the fantastically hirsuite dudes who knew all the words, even that verse from Gitmo I spat on Boom and evrybody else cos you were all safe.
Dan went to bed, Mary went for drinks with some family friends, and Jeres and I went in search of booze. We are good at that sort of thing. Actually, we are brilliant at that sort of thing. We found loads of booze! But it WAS a Sunday in Newcastle, so come 1 or so we had run out of booze. Sad! However! Wandering the streets, a tall man shouted the magic question: “are you Akira The Don?” And it transpired I was. And it transpired that HE was Matt from LoveDough, so he took us to his beautiful club and gave us a ton of booze, and entertained us with talk, and a magician, and more booze, oh what fun! I got fucking hammered. Matty Dough is a fucking G!
We left, at the end. What adventures we had! The longest hallway in the world happened to be in our hotel, and was full of Norwigans. That was weird. Anyway. Turns out we woke tour manager Dan up at 4 or something screaming at the television. Jeres was trying to educate me with some rotten show called Dragon’s Den. I was loudly offended and we ruined Dan The Tour Manager’s sleep. He got me back by ruining mine with some cutesy morning phonecall to his lady. Dan The Tour Manager thinks we’re weird cos we don’t fuck with breakfast. I think he’s weird cos he hates Akon and calls him Acorn. Fool!