Monthly Archives: July 2012

We woke up in our Bristol hotel and went to get the free breakfast that we’d been promised upon check in. The lobby was full of giant black dudes. I can’t overstate this fact. Everyone in the lobby that wasn’t … Continue reading →

We woke up at Paul’s house in Southampton. We were hung over and it was moving day. That, right there is usually enough of a combination to make anyone turn into a bit of an asshole, but Paul and his … Continue reading →

Dan and I woke up in Tunbridge Wells, he on the stage and I in the backstage, feeling refreshed and headed to a lovely little café where we had a bizarre version of iced coffee (something that the world at … Continue reading →

After the hideous pigfuck that was staying the night in the shitty Brighton closet from 1994, we headed to Tunbridge Wells. To be honest, I’m not sure if that’s true. Over the course of the day, I ran into Tumbridge … Continue reading →

We woke up in Kingston and walked to the train station. We had to activate our Brit Rail passes so we waited in line right in front of an Indian dago type (picture if Slumdog Millionaire and the Situation collided … Continue reading →

(Brendan Kelly is an international sensation and all around hot-cock. This week, we’re bringing you first person accounts of his recent tour of the UK and Europe with his friend Daniel Andriano. Today finds our heroes snuggled together on their … Continue reading →