Brighton

Whoa - I guess I know when the last time we played Brighton was, since I've only posted once since then. What a slacker!!! It's obviously a bit drearier here now than it was in August, but it's still one of my fave British towns, where I actually remember where to find a good veggie full english breakfast and where the record stores are where you can still find Shadows LPs on vinyl for less than ten pounds (I was gonna make the squiggly L pound sign, but I don't think it's on this keyboard!).

This seems to still be a big Hen's night town. Last night backstage we were entertained by the sight of a group of carousing bachelorettes in the street outside singing this never-ending song about ridding on your big fat pony which involved a lot of pantomime galloping and shrieks of girlish delight. The looping melody is still stuck in my brain.

The other main backstage entertainment came courtesy of the New York Times crossword puzzle. Not to get too Rex Parker, but even though the all-proper-names across clues made for some clunky solving, on their own they were a pretty fun "who can guess it first" game. We were all stumped by Ilene Kristen too, Rex.

Stephen cut his finger backstage trying to cut open a pita (I mean pitta) bread 20 minutes before we went on, but still managed to shred. The cut opened up a bit during the show, though, so he had to take a couple of breaks to stop the bleeding. Not quite GWAR, but I think Andrew WK would be proud.



Off to the aforementioned full english!