Did you know, Marcus’ Dad got stabbed?

So, we’ve been excited for this gig for quite a long time with an air of anxiety surrounding us. Wanting to impress, yet feeling quietly confident we’d put on a good show. The morning got off to a good start as we enterted the bathroom to find Kate and will half naked sprawled across the floor. Although not undertaking in some explicit scenario as predicted, we watched whilst Will got his hair (it’s fabulous I must add) dyed black. This however led to Me, louis and horse becoming increasingly restless. Marcus then had a momentary lapse in common sense and so forth dyed a cross into the back of his head. After realising what he had actually done Horse proceeded to pin Louis down and destroy his Golden locks with, and I quote Stephen here, ‘An Avenged Sevenfold fringe’

The tragic happenings of the night before somewhat put a hault to our festivities, but doing want our band does best, we were insensitive and went to visit liam in Superdrug. After the purchase of some American style chicken nuggets, gazing into Liams black eye and buying some CDs we proceeded back to Big Kevs and Lyndas to burn some Demos. Anyways, 4.30 past, and so did 5 until we finally decided to set off and on arrival we were met by a Bill Bailey look-a-like and his apprentice. Upon realisation that the venue was quite big nerves began to set, a few renditions of Magnets later and we were back at the Jones household for what can only be described as the best Fishcake sandwich ever.

First of all, Id like to say how sound the other band was and that even though the music lacked originality we still had a right good time. The gig went well with Marcus once again throwing himself on the floor, wrapped in the Mic lead as Stephen looked on afraid his power lead may come out( it had to be done Duffy, i’m sorry). Cement lasted about 7 hours and itchy blood may have sounded a tad better if my Keyboard wasnt on the lowest volume settting but nonetheless I think we had a good show. Free beer, accompanied by the loves of our lives (friends and family alike) and people becoming accustomed to the radical new hairstyles of two members of the band, what more could we ask for?

Thanks to Liams Mum and Dad for letting us go round afterwards, to Rammy-the crazy bastard running about dancing to ‘Victims of Arseholes’ and to (how cliched) the ‘fans’ who bothered to show up.

George x