Did you think it was just another flash in the pan?
Yep, back from the dead before it even had a chance to adjust to the light of an unforgiving world, the blog is back with a luke warm bang.
What have everyone's favourite band that can't get gigs in Southampton been up to?
After the release of the album, the band hit a predictable lull as neither gigs nor surprise plaudits from critics materialised. Alfie and Reagon settled into their work, Tiago restarted uni, and Oscar continued to wallow in atonal musings about past relationships.
The remaining band members soon told him to shut the fuck up, and for fear of being replaced by Stewart Copeland for the upcoming secret project the band were planning, he duly endeavoured to push all feelings harmlessly deep down within himself for it to break down into motivation and Vitamin C.
Stewart was in the area, giving a talk at a local venue in which Tiago had an 'in' with. The band were confident that should Oscar continue on with his longing diatribes about like a Raccoon he loves or something, then Copeland would be happy to fill in.
"He just seems like the kind of guy that would randomly play an experimental jazz suite without notice for a tiny band in Southampton."
Ah I've gotten ahead of myself in mentioning the secret project, but the less said about that the better. As in the less I mention it the lesser the beatings I'll receive from the band will be.
I've grown quite fond of the beatings to be honest, it's nice to feel the touch of another human, even if it's for fleeting moments. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to focus on the millisecond of skin-to-skin contact that doesn't hurt, the very moment our molecules entwine and I feel a hint of warmth from their touch before they connect with bone and nerves.
When you manage to capture that sought after iota of warmth it can keep you going in the cold for days up until your weekly hour of radiator time. The best part is the longer you're beaten and more supple the flesh, the easier it is to hone in on that warmth.
The early days were much worse, it was so so cold before the beatings. I just wish they wouldnt say such mean things while they do it
Lots of content to follow, it's Halloween after all, so hopefully something interesting will happen to somebody. I'm hoping for freedom personally, but that's more of a Christmas thing.
Tiago probably just want's a zoot, Alfie a good night's sleep, Oscar probably wants a reason to wake up again and Reagon, I hear, would love a little hat for his new cat!