First bleary eyed
view out of the bunk this morning of people taking their
kids to school on a grey, windy day in Liverpool.
Everybody feeling a bit sheepish today and nursing
hangovers, Danny was savaged in the night and sustained
a serious bite wound to the nipple.
We confined ourselves
to the dressing room and passed the time torturing
Monkeys.
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Monkey
Torture. Those poor little buggers, destined for
a life of love and affection and then ending up
in the cruel clutches of manic rockstars with
time on their hands.
Gaz idly
spins his monkey to death and was later seen to
hoy
him into the sea.
Those poor
little buggers
Liverpool is visited by flying saucers
Charly enjoying his breakfast in the back of the kennel
Tonight's
delicious home made curry from the Maharaja next
door to the venue. It was very good.
Live on stage
with our giant traffic light behind us.
