Punch-cat.

Has anybody actually heard of an instance where the name of Christmas has been compromised? Most interesting gift I heard of this year was my mate receiving a tub of Plaster-scene, my most interesting was a pair of shoes. Over the last few years I’ve watched Richard Pryor’s Brewster’s Millions around about 400 times, my resolution is to watch it every day of 2011.

So, on the 22^nd we unfortunately had to pull out of the show at 93 Feet East because of the constrictive (but beautiful) snow. We had another slot there on the 6^th of January booked; a back-up. Along came the day. We reeled past the convoluted curry crypts of Brick Lane and into the venue. We were greeted with the news that two bands had dropped out. Alas, the mood comparable to that of Lee Evans’ stand up; we began our uphill struggle. Enhanced by a missing house kit and a promoter who’d seemingly given up on the show itself, we were striving to explain the importance of the show and working through every avenue to keep it afloat (Tom carrying borrowed drums bare-chested through Brixton). As we carried on tracking down the missing house kit, we found out it was stored in Café 1001 across the road. We (Detective Oobah and G.I. Joe) strolled over and asked for the manager; 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class, every step toward us nailed her into the sexually oracular category. Anyway, she told us that the promoter knew, so we went back over and were told that he wasn’t willing to back the show financially; quest solved. We ended up grabbing the groups of people who’d come to see us and going for a drink, so it was fine.

I was going to write this thing about the film ‘Synecdoche, New York’. I flicked it on to sleep to at One-Fourty-five am and watched it all; couldn’t get to sleep after that, even after having put on Ratatouille to soften the mood. To recapitulate, I watched a critique on it at a festival on the Special features and a perfectly happy guy said that after watching it, for the first time in his life, he just sat alone in a bar and drank for four hours. I loved it, and hope that I can show the necessary intrepidness to watch it again soon; destroys you.

We’ve got a show at Cox’s this Friday which is also John’s twenty-fourth birthday. Got a cinematographer to Film the whole thing too… backstage is set up with Brewster’s Millions on repeat. Has anybody ever met a sexy Karen?