“Nixon was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no
soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the
style of a poison toad”
Hunter S Thompson
…and yet, the man loved bowling. We all love bowling,
surely, just a little bit. Except Karl, our drummer, who
hates it in every… last… detail. I think that’s down to the
shoes, perhaps. Bad shoes can make the grandest of affairs
seem tawdry and desperate.
Tomorrow, Saturday 29th, we’re playing at the fabulous
Bloombury Bowling Alley at PopArt’s 5th
Birthday Party. Nixon won’t be there, but I’m reliably
informed they’ve installed a Don Draper Room. I’ll believe it
when then seventh whiskey comes around.
We’re on at 5:45pm, sharp.
It’s here on the map, in between Russell Square
& Euston Square stations.
There’s a ton on other brilliant bands on too, from 3.30pm.
And, of course, there’s bowling. Karl will hate it.