Besti-post

Yeah, still not getting anywhere with this blog-post name lark. I'm playing Bestival with Flynn and the Wit on the weekend, get it... Unfortunately, as well as lacking a decent blog-post name I am also lacking a fancy dress costume for the event itself. I imagine though that I will make a substantial effort and will look pretty bloody good as a result - this is my usual way of dealing with these events and the usual consequences of such dealings.

In related news, we the band are currently in our familiar rehearsal space in Hackney demo'ing stuff for the new album, which we're recording in Seattle with Ryan H (see a few posts back) in October and November. Its going great guns so far, if a little tiring. We've had a lot of amazing press recently too, mainly the broadsheets. The Daily Mirror is yet to cover us. Fuck, I must also say that I have eaten some extroadinary sandwhiches recently, including A) Chicken Tikka and B) Ham and Tomato. I am pleased with all these events.

Another Animal Poem:

The Jungle Poem by Andrew Mellows.

Nb I say Andrew Mellows, the reason this poem is funny is because there is no way in hell that he didn't copy it.

The Jungle Poem by someone who is not Andrew Mellows.

Whenever I see a lion crying
I often want to say
Get the giraffe to give him a laugh
and chase his cares away.

When the elephant is down in the trunk
and looking rather glum
Get the chimp to monkey around
and let him be his chum.

And if the cheetah does not play fair
at the jungle sports
Get the baboon to swing down the trees
and pull down his spotted shorts.