...you wake up in the morning and you can't feel your left arm from sleeping on top of it? And your right leg is inexplicably full of pins and needles? Oh and your teeth have a thick line of fur and your head is whirring like a drill?
My night was brought to me by: Crowds of smelly old women, a man smoking in Wetherspoons, Shoes And Socks Off at The Wheatsheaf, drinking Jagerbombs with Strongbow replacing the Red Bull, planning four SASO albums, making origami CD sleeves and finishing the night with a bottle of champagne, slurring on the sofa... Tuesdays are the new Thursdays, which as everyone knows are the new Saturdays, which long ago took over from Fridays. Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays (especially ones with hangovers) can suck it.
Here's a video of Toby playing 'I'm A World Class Assassin' live last night...
Copy Haho at the Old Blue Last in London tonight. Time to do it all over again