so i hopped in the sickmobile with my new massive hair do and Smaragda snuggly asleep on my back… feeing good.
Johnny No-Cash and Dickie Balboa were in the front joking about my Marge Simpson hair do and i was calling them cunts. We picked up Doghouse, who took ages to come out of the house, and slotted himself in the motor with a bottle of vino and a smug grin…. think he may have got his end away last night, or was it dole day?
On the way to pick up The Filth we passed him walking down the street, screaming “KINNOCK!!!!” “CUNT!” “GAY! ” at him as we drove past. he caught us up and lobbed in the drum kit and off we headed to Swansea for our return to the Monkey Bar for WONKA VISION!!!!
“Get back on the drumkit you CUNT!”
we arrived early had a few beers and sound checked.. Crocker, our trusty bass goliath and sound man extraordinaire turned up as planned, we were in safe hands.
the Tribe arrived and everyone was in good spirits, a crate of bevvies were thrown at us by the main man Mr Fish and all was good… unfortunatley tho tonight i was DES. i was driving Tommy Tank and Ms Lajoie home. When the fuck did i agree to this, or more to the point, WHY!!!!
Our photographer and tribesman Rev Phil Dread walked over the stage at one point and caught a mic cable on his foot and apologized to the sound man down the Mic, to be replied with a flurry of abuse about how he might have FUCKED UP the entire gig(!)
Rev headed over to him a while later to apologize and the same soundman just told him to fuck off, and was a rude bastard to him. Worra cunt.
Anyway! Tommy Tank played a blinder and warmed every fucker up with some nice hard chunky beats.. the place was bouncing…..
then we got on stage and i thought i’d kick off with ‘Wrong’….
the repetitive muted guitar stroke repeating for ages and the atmosphere built, the room packed out.. and people were screaming.
bang, dropped it and instant mosh pit!! hand in the air people jumping – kicking.
Loads of girls got on stage and joined in the fun, and everyone was smiling and jumping!
Then this 3ft wide bouncer appeared from behind me and started throwing, literally throwing people off the stage. the vibe took a sharp dip.. as i watched in disbelief as this pumped up doscile prick threw girls off the stage completely blanking the fact he was walking in front of our singer and getting in the way and even threw someone into Filth’s brother in a wheelchair……. i approached him and said, “mate, it;s fine, leave them on stage.. it’s ok for them to dance here!!!”
He ignored me and contimued to throw girls off stage like they were bags of rubbish being dumped in a rubbish van.
An orange haired girl who was buzzzzzing and kept getting back up on stage grinning from ear to ear and was clearly having a great time, was finally grabbed by him, he dragged her across the stage and violently dragged through a fire exit and down some stairs.. the poor girls limbs were a flailing and she and eveyrone who witnessed it were in complete disbelief at this steroid ingested cunts animal-like aggression!!!
Then a 7ft bearded bouncer stood behind me….. he refused to let our photograper Rev on stage. I screamed at him, called him a cunt, and hurled a load of abuse at him, and he threatened to kick my head in and drag me outside. the place was fucking bouncing.. the bass rumbling. hands in the air… people were loving it.. the vibe was electric…..why were these dopey massive gorillas on our stage, being cunts………i have no idea!!!
The Waggas : Hardcore
we dropped the new tune. ‘Benefit Cheat‘ for the 2nd time ever… still taking shape.. still no idea what we are doing with it…….but fuck me, it is sounding HUGE…………
we stopped the set a bit short and got the fuck away from the security before it turned ugly…..
big shout to Mr Fish and James Wonk and to the entire Wonka Vision crew. And the Swansea tribe! Keep it SICK.