Darwin Deez

day 10 or so of UK tour. who’s counting? backstage at the islington assembly hall in london. peluche is jamming on around the corner on the stage. james (lighting) hooked up the hong kong style chinese chicken via just eat. half will be left after we rock the stage. “why now?” tim asks. i defer to peepers:

sneaky: let’s EAT. HOT. FOOD.

i concur, fervently.

tim: *coughs* (dry)
sneaky: i, peeperson mcpfeffercorn jones iii declare this treaty in abeyance.
james: is that your licorice? where’d you buy it from?
garg michealson: york. it tastes sweet but it doesn’t actually have sugar. it has sucrose or something.
james: is it nice? how long’ve you been sucking on it?
tim: (erupts with coughter)

enter shauna.

sneaky: where’s collette?
shauna: she’s at the stairs. i just sent you an email asking if it was ok to bring her back.
peepers: does she like farts?

at this point collette enters the room. she is too good looking to continue writing this blog. i’ll endeavor to snap a photo for you. here she is now. i quite like her nose. and she can drum!

now i shall endeavor to interact with her directly. although peluche have fallen silent, signalling the start of yet another “changeover” taking place in a place i call “the further.”

signing off,

darwin