Mary Shelley and broken converse

In a warehouse, two sports cars straight out of the fast and the furious. One was purple with the silver surfer on the side. People trying to jump into the cars, i open the door and slide in. Racing and drifting in the warehouse to gangster music; the cars disappear and I'm dancing, people are watching, I walk around the partition then come back again, dancing again. I have to leave, to go to the rival gang hut at the other end of the beach. I step outside to a heavy storm, it is dark, it is too much. I put my converse on, my feet go straight through the bottom. I call someone over, tell them I have to leave for something important. Walk along the promenade in the storm, feet get wet, people trying to control the raging tides, lots of drama. The beach is busy. I reach the other end of the beach, it is light and the storm is gone, looking back I see the black clouds jumping down on to the sea violently, there are tornadoes. But it is a distant place now. I am on the balcony of a cafe - it is Frankenstein cafe, attached to the mary shelley hotel. "You don't want the noodles do you? She had everything, but you're not bothered are you?" Well, yes, I am actually, I thought to myself. "Why are things in beach shops so expensive? 35 pounds for a homemade ankle bracelet?" I suppose they have to make a living, I said. And besides, people accept it, so the prices will never drop. Next I am in a small room, Death On The Stairs is playing. I put my shoes on and go to climb out of the window, but the roof is too far to reach, I don't think I will make it.

Last night we played another gig at the queen charlotte, once again not many people but was ok, played our new song live for the first time, after much practicing in the beer garden... And saw Graffiti Sun and danced like lunatics. Check out the pictures on Flickr and you'll see just how much fun we had.

Party Time