Friday is Ready to Launch The Leg at the Lifeboats
Yep, tomorrow is both the lifeboats collection in Stockbridge (turn up at our house between noon and five if you want to help – there will be free champagne and Mrs. Toad might actually bake. Don’t worry though, there’s a very posh patisserie indeed downstairs in case she fucks it up) and The Leg’s album launch for their fantastic new album An Eagle to Saturn.
The Leg album launch is going to be brilliant. I have wanted to put on one of these slightly more unusual shows for a long time, actually. You know, one in a cool location, where the music isn’t just a three-band rock ‘n’ roll bill and all the usual stuff – the kind cool people like Tracer Trails used to put on before they most unkindly buggered off to Glasgow.
Anyhow, these things take time and effort, and frankly I have neither to spare most of the time, so I am grateful to the band themselves stepping in to make this a rather brilliant-sounding night. Well, in theory anyway, it could yet all go horribly, horribly wrong of course. But it won’t. Promise.
Anyhow, for those meeting us at The Wash tomorrow, remember that if you go to Papi Falso with your Leg invite tomorrow you’ll get a pound off both gigs, and ours will even finish in plenty of time to get to Henry’s in time for their special super secret musical guest performer. So there you go, that’s your Saturday spoken for. You can do what you want on Sunday if you like, but your Saturday is MINE!
So, given it’s sunny out, I fully expect those of you who can to skive off early and go find a nice beer garden somewhere nearby, and to spend the afternoon getting slowly pickled and then falling asleep – it just feel like one of those days. In the meantime, though, why not waste your time answering the following five stupid questions. Hooray for the internet.
1. Which was your favourite Ghostbuster?
2. Favourite kind of cake.
3. Most trivial injury you’ve had.
4. Kevin Costner or Mel Gibson?
5. What style of music do you fancy this afternoon? Acoustic, poppy, loud, something else?
1. Egon Spengler. So very, very dry.
2. Cheesecake. Almost any kind of cheesecake at all.
3. I remember breaking my thumb by overbalancing slightly, putting my hand out to steady myself and… crack!
4. Kev for the vanity and Mel for the crazy.
5. I fancy some laid back acoustic stuff today. No good reason, just do. The sun’s out and I feel fine.
1) Peter Venkman
2) Cherry Bakewell
3) Broke my hand whilst doing a celebration at football
4) Costner, because he isn’t a bigoted fud.
5) None. Got in at 8.30 this morning after a heavy session. My head feels like it’s been raped.
1. I’m a bit young for Ghostbusters. I really don’t remember what they all looked like, nevermind names. Dan Aykroyd is cool, I guess.
2. Most cake is great, but I love the simplicity and elegance of a really well made Victoria Sponge. Jam & icing, with icing sugar sprinkled on top – no cream. Perfect.
3. Not so much an injury, but once I ate so many Empire Biscuits I actually threw up. Mmm, Empire Biscuits.
4. Euch. You can keep ‘em both, thanks.
5. I’ve been listening to The Smiths, since the reunion rumours yesterday, but I think I might move to something much louder and more violent to help with revision.
1. Egon
2. Battenberg
3. At Eye o’ the Dug, I cut my head open three times on the shower in my B&B. It had a sharp sticky out point exactly on my route to the toilet.
4. Kevin
5. Weird Ass Shit – always my favourite section in Avalanche which now seems to have gone all mainstream.
Victoria Sponge is really rather good.
1. I’m so old I can’t actually remember it
2. ooh, picking just one feels wrong, like all the others are going to be upset, but maybe a good n sticky lemon drizzle*, esp with a big pot of Earl Grey. Loose leaf of course.
3. I once sprained my ankle very badly jumping up to the dancefloor
4. Crikey. Costner? less racist?
5. Something quite gentle I think. I am tired.
* Although Proper Victoria Sponge is great. They do a really good one in Leo’s Beanery, although they slightly gild the lily by putting cream in it as well. The Best Victoria Sponge Ever is at the Watermill cafe in Blair Atholl. Fact.
1. Peter Venkman.
2. New York Chocolate Cheese Cake. And if it’s not available any chocolate cake will do.
3. In primary school i had a contusion of the stomach after i landed on the pole.
4. Costner.
5. I just made some playlists of some old Aquarium Drunkard Shows so I’ll stick with that until it’s time for some Gin Tonic/ Black Market Karma/ going out.
“The Best Victoria Sponge Ever is at the Watermill cafe in Blair Atholl.” – ROAD TRIP!
Gin & tonic plus Aquarium Drunkard shows makes for a fine, fine afternoon. Good work!
1. Egon
2. Carrot cake- in fact root vegetables make a good cake: parsnips, beetroot, potato. Maybe not turnip.
3. As I said a couple of weeks ago, breaking my foot after being fouled by the grass when playing football
4. No thanks, I’m good…
5. Silence- I’m actually concentrating for once. Then something very loud when I get home.
If only you’d been concentrating when that grass snuck up on you.
I’m with Adamski on the root vegetable / cake combination – parsnip is surprisingly good, esp with an orange/cream cheese icing
Mmmm caaaake!
I’m sure I’m supposed to be frantically preparing for something – can’t think what though, so…
1. Peter Venkman
2. Emily Scott’s carrot cake
3. I once had to go to school after an experiment with a wine bottle vacuum pump left a bright red circle of burst blood vessels in a perfect 1-inch diameter circle right in the centre of my forehead which didn’t lessen in virulence for about four days.
4. In a fight? Kevin. Larded up and ready to swim the channel? Still Kevin.
5. I’m just in the mood for some poor sounding synthesised realisations of string music. Which is lucky.
1. Egon
2. Tiramisu
3. I pulled a hamstring last fall by doing a split at a party.
4. neither
5. Just something faster tempo and not-mellow. want summer hours to being now.
1. does Slimer count?
2. birthday cake
3. I had a neck spasm when I was about 4 which basically resulted in my head looking like it was glued to my left shoulder for almost a week
4. Kevin Costner, mainly as I thought him and Bryan Adams were the same person when I was wee
5. I’m gona follow the something quite gentle approach too, prob some Ryan Adams after seeing him last night
1. Oda Mae Brown
2. Mmmm. Where to start? A toss up between Cheesecake and Ice Cream Cake layered with chocolate crunchies. Also, any type of Strawberry Cream Cake. And Chocolate Biscuit Cake. Blackout Cake, too. Stopping now to go and bake.
3. I once broke a fingernail.
4. Mel, but purely for Mad Max ONLY.
5. I’m on a Withered Hand roll.
1. Dr. Peter Venkmann
2. Fruit cake (yes, ha ha. But seriously).
3. papercut
4. Kevin Costner or Mel Gibson? Cancer or emphesema?
5. Loud jump around indie-pop
Will see you sometime after midday to come and help with the collections. Am bringing the wee man -hoping his cuteness will inspire people to give (hey, the end justifies the means, right?)
1. Ray Stantz
2. Not strictly cakes, but sticky toffee pudding or Bakewell tart
3. Permanently-bruised retina from playing football in P.E. back in school
4. If only for Waterworld… Mel Gibson
5. Won Mississippi is all I’ve been listening to today
1. Bruce Willis
2. Custard Slice, because they’re such a ridiculous design, yet so tasty.
3. Probably when I cut my finger quite badly on the windscreen wiper of a Skoda I was smashing up with a slegdehammer.
4. Bruce Willis
5. Something epic.
Windscreen wiper? That is karma, right there.
I bet you were being disparaging about it being a low quality vehicle.
I still have the scar, Steve..
1. Whichever one Bill Murray played, which is a decent rule of thumb for most films.
2. As I type I’m getting wired into a white chocolate and strawberry sponge affair, which is in the running for greatest cake of all time.
3. I broke my finger in a bar fight in Glasgow. The injury occured when swinging for someone, missing, and hitting the wall instead.
4. Neither. Cunts the pair of them.
5. Something chilled and vaguely trippy I think.
Stu, I am most impressed, that doesn’t sound like you at all. Even with you swinging, missing and breaking your finger I am impressed.
Incidentally, booze purchased for Leg launch tomorrow. Oh yes. And quite a lot of it too.
1. Winston Zeddemore. Everyone always ignores him.
2. Cheesecake always wins this battle.
3. In the last few weeks I’ve had concussion from falling down a small number of stairs and home, and put my back out by coughing. I’m the king of the trivial and/or stupid injury.
4. Let the Thunderdome decide.
5. Nothing, until I get a new fuse for my speakers.
Stu can be something of a Jekyll/Hyde where industrial quantities of booze are concerned…
Shut it Steve!
I started the stupid fight too. Needless to say I have grown up. Ish.
I think I admire bad fighters more than good ones: brave enough to have a go, but not mental enough to have ever practised enough to be any good.
I am against fighting just generally.
One time at Uni, I got in an altercation alongside a friend of mine who’s even bigger than me with what can only be described as a child sized idiot who was so drunk he could barely crawl along the ground and I was still a little worried…
I have more memories of being in physical fights as an adult than I really want.
At least when sober, I’m a fairly placid type. Unless you’re a journalist.
Stu, you don’t even run a record label, how can you hate journalists? I, on the other hand, have every fucking excuse.
I think I once vaguely explained what it was I did for a living, but to briefly recap, it involves having to talk to people who write for hateful right wing publications that pretend to be mainstream daily newspapers rather more than I’d like.
I’m surprised you don’t punch people more often. Or, at least, try and punch them.
Well, I think that might be the Joanna Gruesome Toad Session successfully mixed.
Which is, er, of course rather wonderful news for everyone.
1. Dr. Peter Venkman by a nose.
2. Carrot. Luv that icing
3. Dislocated my toe joint from stepping on the rounded edge of the tub
4. Kevin Costner.
5. The itunes shuffle has been pretty good to me this morning.
1. Janine. I like a woman with sass.
2. Crab cakes; followed closely by pancakes.
3. Bashed my head into the bell housing of a navigational buoy in a buoy storage depot. It required stitches to heal.
4. Fuck me. Is this really necessary?
5. I’ll pass on anything performed by a bell choir.
1. Venkman – gotta love that ruthless pursuit of “teh laydeez”, and science be damned along the way, right?
2. Mmmmmm, cake. Any cake. Mmmmmmmm.
3. Papercut from a Kirsten Hirsch 7″
4. When Costner popularises a better phrase than “sugartits” he may get my vote, but until then….
5. The 8 year old demanded “the scottish band” in the car today. He meant Kid Canaveral. His favourite is the one with the really prominent use of the word “fuckin’” in it. Thanks Kid Canaveral, I will no doubt have some explaining to do before long.
Sugartits is an absolutely awesome feat of offensiveness. You have to tip your hat to those kind of skills.
I certainly do, Matthew, you old glucosewang you.
1. Venkman, my idol.
2. Carrot cake. Or twinkys. Only kidding I’ve never tried twinkys, but always wanted to.
3. I got a massive infected pinky finger after I touched a nettle when I was younger. It went huge for about a week, had to wear a sling. Looked like a right tool.
4. Mel Gibson for Lethal Weapon.
5. Went for some early Verve on Friday (The Verve EP).