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Hola!

A belated sorry about the Chorlton gig cancellation – it all went wrong with communication! so much for web 2.0 (urgh) communication nonsense.

Anyhoo we have spoken to the promoters and are back on with them on the 28th November! fo’ real this time yo’z!

I think it’s in Chorlton again – but i’ll chickedy check before dropping that bomb. we’ve been promised a poster for this too, lets hope!

Also a reminder that we’re playing with the Super Kewel BLK JKS on Monday (2nd November (november what??!) ) – double brackets that’s right i’m not afraid!

We’re on first which is good ‘cos i don’t have to unplug a lifetime of wires before we go on which is nice, so get on down early. Oh and Trojan Horse are on after us which is always a good show – and Nick will be sporting some super face hair again i’m betting

Orlsow(sic-asfork) If you want to save some ££ to the tune of £3 drop us a line at withthatknife@googlemail.com and we’ll bang you on the £5 guestlist. boom.

Recording is coming along nicely – i’ll be up bright and early for another session tomorrow, and then……….off to 94.4 Salford City Radio for an interview! We will be spinning some of our radio smashes and also a chosen track of our own each (something that has driven Mike to a meltdown) and i quote “Wes, you get to pick any song ever, are you insane? You’ve really fucked me with this, i need to really think about it”

Jeez – i thought it was quite easy, i love the spice girls and will always pick ‘Say You’ll be There’ over any other song ever. It’s that or the Outhere Brothers’ little known b-side ‘Pass the Toilet Paper’. I’ll let the coin decide.

So tune in for some serious fun, and at least to find out what Mike picked! haaaar!

Anyway the real reason i needed to do a post is this:

I had the most stressful moment of my life this morning. It goes like this:

I went to a supermarket who’s name starts with a big S and ends in a little s and i’m at the cigarette bit (cos it’s quicker, or so i thought) and there’s a guy there with a ‘Fistful of Lottery Tickets’

Now if you’ve got a ‘Fistful of Lottery Tickets’ you must have won something right?

NO! This Mother Cruncher was handing the tickets to the checkout lady one by one, and she checked them and said “that’s not a winner”. Is this guy for real i thought? It turns out YES. I must’ve heard 8 or 9 separate rejections in a row, and there we’re like 6 rows of numbers on each ticket.

So i think F%^k this, and went to the normal checkout bit only to find a MASSIVE queue, so i’m forced to go back to the cig counter only to find the guy still there, casually handing each ticket over one by one and i can still hear “that’s not a winner’.

But in the time since i’ve been away theres an old lady in the queue now, and as soon as i take my burning eyes off the back of this clowns head i look down at the lady and what’s in her hand???? A MOTHER CRUNCHING FISTFULL OF LOTTERY TICKETS!!!

Holy hell, so i flash the old lady a classic ‘eye roll’ and she says to me oh you can pay at the customer service counter if you like. In other words -” get back you little f4cker i’m on lottery next”.

My sweet lord was i p1ssed. And i’m getting more p1ssed off as i write this so i’m gonna end it there. mecha urgh.

Catch you tomorrow on t’ radio – i may even drop that bomb live on air so you can hear how stressed out i get and laugh at my impending heart attack.

From an ever (slightly) calming Wes

WTK4LYFEYO’z x