Well folks, it's been a massively emotional few days, it really has. I've been stretched to breaking point over easter time, lemme tell ya. Here's a bullet pointed list - with emoticon translations!!111
*The UK girls turned up on Thursday for the Brighton burlesque =
*The UK girls run around my flat trying to get ready for the show admist dealing with dodgey emails, burning discs and missing outfits - I did my best to keep my eyes firmly planted on the TV and tried not to say anything stupid or get in the way. =
*Munch, Creamygoodness, and Vix arrive, and we eat mexican stuff. =
*We hit the club, and hit it hard - once again the mighty UKSG burlesque bring the house down. Special mentions to new faces Akemi for her fantastic debut, and October for being extra charming. =
*Exit 'tron, as I think it's best to leave the club early and get some kip before our massive trip to the second burlesque gig in Cheltenham. =
*Get up next morning, and hop on the megabus with Nic and Nadine, with time to spare and song in our hearts. Or something. =
*Angst ridden journey to London (where we change buses to get to Chelt), due to lack of videogames and anxiety. =
*Meet up with the Mighty Creamygoodness, who, upon Nic's order had purchased us some take-away sandwichy lunch. Creamy is then declared a god amongst men. =
*Fairly painful secong leg of the megabus trip - due to traffic jams, and a general lack of patience from yours truly. =
*Hit Chelt and hour and bit later than planned.
*The UK girls gather, sort their shit out, and hit the club to rehearse, while Myself, Creamygoodness, nonstopdancer, sigillumdiaboli, alwaysbeingblue and Kristophtrotted off to a pub or two for food and much needed booze. =
*A couple of drinks in, and I realise that because I'm hanging out with brilliantly charming people and I'm off to see some red-hot ladies throw their clothes around later - I become terribly over excited and start gabbling like a nut case. I decide, very wisely, to stick to lemonades for a while before I tell someone I love them, or burst into tears and start a fight or something. =
*Head back to flat and get the green flag from Caz saying that yes, there is Mic on stage, and that I'd better do the compering tonight if i didnt want to disappoint the girls. Or words to that effect. THE TRON ACCEPTS YOUR CHALLENGE! however, the prospect of getting onstage after 3 years was far too scary for me, so I said I'd do it from the DJ booth. Away from any potential missile attacks. =
*The show starts.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Damen und Heiran! Madame et Monsieur! PUUUUUNY HUMANS! PLEASE WELCOME: THE SUICIDE GIRRRRRRLS!"
I became some perculiar hybrid old english gent, crusty rock DJ and very excited young man. Choice quotage from 'tron's compering?...oh alright then:
To an annoyingly loud heckler with far too many opinions about the girls boobies: "Sir, with those comments, you're breaking my heart - I feel it only fair that I break your fucking nose."
throughout the evening: "MAKE SOME NOOOOISE" - like a crusty old rock DJ. christ almighty.
During the catastrophing CD skipping during Caz's solo routine: "Laaaaadies and gentlemen, we are suffering from some technical difficulties...please bear with us...we've identified the probelm...we are...cleaning the CD with a fucking t-shirt..."
When I became a fair bit drunker and more obnoxious: "BANG YOUR HANDS TOGETHER LIKE RETAAAAARDS!!!"
And there you have it. amazingly, the guys thought I was cool, so I reckon I may do a wee bit more compering in the future - if the ladies say it's ok.
As for the girls - everyone gave their all, despite the crowd going from pretty good, to pretty fucking ropey. But the point was, all the girls remained hugely professional, and got on with shakin' their tail feathers regardless of one or two rude fellas.
Standout performance you ask? Who was my favourite, you enquire? Well...I'm not really supposed to have favourites - but Tilly made my jaw drop straight off my face with two separate solo routines, one involving cream, the other - gore! Seriously, it took all my robot gentelmens reserve to not throw myself at her feet and declare myself her little monkey slave boy.
But yeah, all my little girls rocked the house down. I love them all so dearly! THEY GROW UP SO FAST! Booo hoo hooo!
Heh.
I'm still trying to pull myself together. I've made new friends, I got my ass involved in some kind of performance (at last), and I know some truly amazing people.
Man, I should eat something.
*The UK girls turned up on Thursday for the Brighton burlesque =
*The UK girls run around my flat trying to get ready for the show admist dealing with dodgey emails, burning discs and missing outfits - I did my best to keep my eyes firmly planted on the TV and tried not to say anything stupid or get in the way. =
*Munch, Creamygoodness, and Vix arrive, and we eat mexican stuff. =
*We hit the club, and hit it hard - once again the mighty UKSG burlesque bring the house down. Special mentions to new faces Akemi for her fantastic debut, and October for being extra charming. =
*Exit 'tron, as I think it's best to leave the club early and get some kip before our massive trip to the second burlesque gig in Cheltenham. =
*Get up next morning, and hop on the megabus with Nic and Nadine, with time to spare and song in our hearts. Or something. =
*Angst ridden journey to London (where we change buses to get to Chelt), due to lack of videogames and anxiety. =
*Meet up with the Mighty Creamygoodness, who, upon Nic's order had purchased us some take-away sandwichy lunch. Creamy is then declared a god amongst men. =
*Fairly painful secong leg of the megabus trip - due to traffic jams, and a general lack of patience from yours truly. =
*Hit Chelt and hour and bit later than planned.
*The UK girls gather, sort their shit out, and hit the club to rehearse, while Myself, Creamygoodness, nonstopdancer, sigillumdiaboli, alwaysbeingblue and Kristophtrotted off to a pub or two for food and much needed booze. =
*A couple of drinks in, and I realise that because I'm hanging out with brilliantly charming people and I'm off to see some red-hot ladies throw their clothes around later - I become terribly over excited and start gabbling like a nut case. I decide, very wisely, to stick to lemonades for a while before I tell someone I love them, or burst into tears and start a fight or something. =
*Head back to flat and get the green flag from Caz saying that yes, there is Mic on stage, and that I'd better do the compering tonight if i didnt want to disappoint the girls. Or words to that effect. THE TRON ACCEPTS YOUR CHALLENGE! however, the prospect of getting onstage after 3 years was far too scary for me, so I said I'd do it from the DJ booth. Away from any potential missile attacks. =
*The show starts.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Damen und Heiran! Madame et Monsieur! PUUUUUNY HUMANS! PLEASE WELCOME: THE SUICIDE GIRRRRRRLS!"
I became some perculiar hybrid old english gent, crusty rock DJ and very excited young man. Choice quotage from 'tron's compering?...oh alright then:
To an annoyingly loud heckler with far too many opinions about the girls boobies: "Sir, with those comments, you're breaking my heart - I feel it only fair that I break your fucking nose."
throughout the evening: "MAKE SOME NOOOOISE" - like a crusty old rock DJ. christ almighty.
During the catastrophing CD skipping during Caz's solo routine: "Laaaaadies and gentlemen, we are suffering from some technical difficulties...please bear with us...we've identified the probelm...we are...cleaning the CD with a fucking t-shirt..."
When I became a fair bit drunker and more obnoxious: "BANG YOUR HANDS TOGETHER LIKE RETAAAAARDS!!!"
And there you have it. amazingly, the guys thought I was cool, so I reckon I may do a wee bit more compering in the future - if the ladies say it's ok.
As for the girls - everyone gave their all, despite the crowd going from pretty good, to pretty fucking ropey. But the point was, all the girls remained hugely professional, and got on with shakin' their tail feathers regardless of one or two rude fellas.
Standout performance you ask? Who was my favourite, you enquire? Well...I'm not really supposed to have favourites - but Tilly made my jaw drop straight off my face with two separate solo routines, one involving cream, the other - gore! Seriously, it took all my robot gentelmens reserve to not throw myself at her feet and declare myself her little monkey slave boy.
But yeah, all my little girls rocked the house down. I love them all so dearly! THEY GROW UP SO FAST! Booo hoo hooo!
Heh.
I'm still trying to pull myself together. I've made new friends, I got my ass involved in some kind of performance (at last), and I know some truly amazing people.
Man, I should eat something.
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bulk of movie = band of cute big breasted 60s rock chicks take loads of drugs and shag
end of movie = bands promoter reveals a pair of scary looking breasts and chases everyone around a mansion with a sword.
WTF!!!!
but awesome all the same...
i think the soundtrack is even harder to come by - i'd love to get hold of that!
[Edited on Mar 30, 2005 10:53PM]
My mind clearly isn't wired like 'normal' people.
Secondary thought: you should lick CDs to clean them, THEN wipe with a T-shirt. If you doubt my sageness then try it sometime and get back to me.