The bassist is racist, you know that we must face this.

Yesterday was mostly quiet. I had a lie in, then went down to the shops in search of the new Killing Miranda and SLF albums. I only found the former. In the evening Gigantor went fairly well. We didn't get the turnout we'd have liked (Teviot's bouncers may be an issue, as may the fact that we've been even less regular than usual lately) but people stayed until the end and put up with the usual oddities we played. Helen S was there, and it'll probably be the last time I see her in a good while as she's off to Australia to get hitched.

Today's been mostly quiet, except for bootpunk coming round with a couple of beers and a copy of Christiane F, which is a nice cheery film I recommend to you all.

And now, Neon. I hope you've all had good weekends too.

Addendum: last night it occurred to me for the first time to wonder why nobody ever refers to Mötlëy Crüë as Mötlëy Crüët.