Waking up at the crack of dawn, all piling in to a tour van and trying not to get on each others half asleep nerves is tough. Twice as tough when one of your members is still drunk from the night before, not woken up in time and has most importantly forgotten some essential parts of the drum kit and other essentials.
Over an hour later than planned we were Manchester bound to appear on a TV show. I personally find these things sterile and not very much fun.
The five of us were raking through John’s(manager) extensive wardrobe for inspiration in preparation for a photo shoot. If we had indeed all dressed up in John’s cloths we may well have looked like a refugee version of The Hives. Luckily we ended up looking pretty much as we always do except one of us is wearing a silly hat.
The whole shoot was took place in sub-zero temperatures to the soundtrack of John’s hyperactive dog barking like a beast possessed into an empty rabbit hutch.
Dearest joy in a metallic vessel, Texas will be a lesser experience without you. The absence of your slight enhancement of reality will make a dent in our trip the size of that made by the absence of Dead Poets Society in one’s childhood. I.e. not quite a trauma, but noticeable.
S xx
The new Red Hot compilation ‘Dark Was The Night’ contains a couple of absolutely amazing songs which you should really listen to:
There is a terrible snowman outside my window. Seriously – forget about the carrot nose, this doesn’t even have EYES. Or shoulders. Terrible. I guess they pretty successfully went for height, which is probably its only redeeming feature. It is an impressive mound of snow, I’ll have to give them that. I have a good mind to go out there and make it a face though.
Otherwise London seems pretty paralysed from the snow. But not so surprisingly it can also be turned into an excuse to go the pub. In this country – what can’t?
Having grown up in the Swedish countryside I am of course used to being