... blong?

The PGFs are completely underground.

We're working on some punk songs to turn into urban floor-anthems. Anti-flag's "Die for your government" shall be henceforth known as "Dance for the Mafia". So say Don Rafiki and Mafioso Bassline.

We're not going to put them into our album, because true gangstas are too hardcore for covers. We'll just perform them live for the total urban-wolf ghetto effect.

In boilersuits.

Hmmm.

Lemonade from Iceland. That was pretty amusing. Mike stayed sober (... weirdo...) and took videos, most of which I don't remember. Me and Dave got rather woozy on it, then wobbled into Culver Square, where there were policemen. Dave realises, shouts "THERE'S POLICEMEN OVER THERE!" and we manage to wobble off without them realising.

My parent's didn't realise I was completely wasted either, which leads me to suspect that either they don't pay attention to me, or that I'm so immature it doesn't make much difference whether I'm drunk or not. Probably option B.

Anyway, before getting jolly, we purchased us some rather hardcore cutlasses from Poundland (second time this week: they had new stock in on Monday for the first time in about six months; hence the piratesex with Paul on Monday) and went round slaying, looting and pillaging each other.

Good fun.