i don't like the santa heads
so here i am back in st albans
so here i am
so the poetry slam final was on monday. twitching, dedicated mouseheads and chips. into the polar bar. jimmy in a suit. angie in a top that said andy. the naked mystic caught a cold. comedy berkson narrators. i'm first. expensive guinness. gravel spills everywhere. cardboard cut outs and cussing. big bombs. buses. politics. heckling gently. forgotten lines. suddenly in bursts elemental. like a swooping bat hooded figure he makes his hip hop presence felt. never since run B.R.I.E. have cheese-themed MCs discuss quirky shops with such effect. much flustering. little wee tom is dragged down a flight of stairs. venue packed. gardens. immigrants. brigton hip hop mcs. flowers. glass eyes roll everywhere. emmental once again does his thing. me jimmy and emmental in grand final. american girls. funk drummers. too much fat, not enough sex. hot girls in yellow dresses. andy going crazy with a blue paint marker. onto the stage comes shiny mc shine. a verse about 1997 (it was the sonnet what won it). bowing under portillo's all-night-lips, fido and josie, where you are now, whoever you are now. free Tom Waits! finally "for is it so bad / that we can rock a mic / or an a4 lined pad" hip hopping it up against spoken word. 21 seconds over time. jimmy castigates unruly pupil tom. emmental considers the importance of music. victory for emmental! shiny is in second plaice but only because jimmy over-ran the time limit by about two and a half minutes. i'm in the semi-final in oxford. marvellous.
other than that, me, andy, tom and daniel taylor are going to form a meat-themed-gabba-breakcore-beatles-covers-band called The Meatles, featuring John Lenin (little wee tom), Ringo Stalin (andy james nelson), Senator Paul Mc Carthy (me) and Dorian Gray (daniel taylor). It's going to be amazing. Let it beef.
I'm in St. A right now. Various meatings with my extended family. Pints of ale in The Robin Hood with Paul Pepper (what, the Paul Pepper from Can't Snorkel?), Simon and Annie Hell. A train journey involving gushing fields of tweed and a broken schnechlier rauchbier. One for the road with weeping muttering relatives waving business cards and the Beard and Moustache championships. Small baby niece. Squashy quiche and prawn inquests. Dirty calendars. Ranting at poor little George and Chris doing their vegan washing. Oh, St. Albans.
so here i am
so the poetry slam final was on monday. twitching, dedicated mouseheads and chips. into the polar bar. jimmy in a suit. angie in a top that said andy. the naked mystic caught a cold. comedy berkson narrators. i'm first. expensive guinness. gravel spills everywhere. cardboard cut outs and cussing. big bombs. buses. politics. heckling gently. forgotten lines. suddenly in bursts elemental. like a swooping bat hooded figure he makes his hip hop presence felt. never since run B.R.I.E. have cheese-themed MCs discuss quirky shops with such effect. much flustering. little wee tom is dragged down a flight of stairs. venue packed. gardens. immigrants. brigton hip hop mcs. flowers. glass eyes roll everywhere. emmental once again does his thing. me jimmy and emmental in grand final. american girls. funk drummers. too much fat, not enough sex. hot girls in yellow dresses. andy going crazy with a blue paint marker. onto the stage comes shiny mc shine. a verse about 1997 (it was the sonnet what won it). bowing under portillo's all-night-lips, fido and josie, where you are now, whoever you are now. free Tom Waits! finally "for is it so bad / that we can rock a mic / or an a4 lined pad" hip hopping it up against spoken word. 21 seconds over time. jimmy castigates unruly pupil tom. emmental considers the importance of music. victory for emmental! shiny is in second plaice but only because jimmy over-ran the time limit by about two and a half minutes. i'm in the semi-final in oxford. marvellous.
other than that, me, andy, tom and daniel taylor are going to form a meat-themed-gabba-breakcore-beatles-covers-band called The Meatles, featuring John Lenin (little wee tom), Ringo Stalin (andy james nelson), Senator Paul Mc Carthy (me) and Dorian Gray (daniel taylor). It's going to be amazing. Let it beef.
I'm in St. A right now. Various meatings with my extended family. Pints of ale in The Robin Hood with Paul Pepper (what, the Paul Pepper from Can't Snorkel?), Simon and Annie Hell. A train journey involving gushing fields of tweed and a broken schnechlier rauchbier. One for the road with weeping muttering relatives waving business cards and the Beard and Moustache championships. Small baby niece. Squashy quiche and prawn inquests. Dirty calendars. Ranting at poor little George and Chris doing their vegan washing. Oh, St. Albans.
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