I went to a Peaches gig last night. I'd never seen her live before, and I was not disappointed. It was a guitar-tossing, bra-waving, drumstick-twirling, nipple-squirting, arm-wrestling, slam-dancing, knicker-dropping (4 pairs IN ONE TRACK!), glam-rocking, crowd-surfing, ass-kicking night of funness.
Peaches looks like the result of a dirty night of lovin’ between a 70s wrestler and a Vegas stripper – she’s all silver hotpants, hot pink capes and sequinned brassieres. Her band, Herms (an abbreviation of Hermaphrodites, obviously) were also hilarious especially the two boyish guitar/keys who seemed to be at their frontwoman’s beck and call when it came to all sorts of hijinks (80s glam makeup/patty cake/push ups/slam dancing/arm wrestling/dry humping etc).
There are some pics here.
Opening act Macromantics was pretty damn hot too.
25 January 2007
23 January 2007
Good Things Come To Good People...
... And Alcohol Comes To Alcoholics.
A friend/former colleague/object of lust moved overseas last week, and in packing up all her worldy possessions told me thus: "I have some leftover alcohol and for some reason I thought of you." I'm not sure what she meant by that, but hey, I'll take what I can get.
The Absinth & Cointreau have yet to be opened, the other two are half-full. Unfortunately I can't drink Black Sambuca due to a late-90s incident, however I'm sure it won't go to waste given my circle of acquaintences.
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