ASBO a GoGo: 11.09

30.11.09

Meat Teeth

http://people-what-look-good.blogspot.com/2009/11/beef-skirt-what-looks-good.html

http://www.creativereview.co.uk/cr-blog/2009/november/mmmm-meaty

29.11.09

ASBO a KneeCap

I had a bit of a gift this weekend.

http://www.youtube.com/user/asboagogoable

I worked hard this weekend... Worked hard on my beauty sleep, on my shopping skills and my eating egg 'n' chips abilities.

Me and Our Lass repped our best of course. We did a slammin' photoshoot- keep your eyes peeled for the new flyers they're gunna be a treat. I spent the day persuading her to sign up for Deal or No Deal (could you imagine a better contestant? She'd be trying to get the banker to sell her Noel Edmond's hand in marriage. ''Yes, I am ready for the question'').

And we got all emotional when her Dad told us ''everyone has gotta have a dream...what's yours?'' Well- what is yours?

Anyway, after ruining myself with Our Lass' left over-from-Christmas- tequila, we ran off to enjoy Crystal Teet Heart and Clev Cleverly bust out some tunes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCMmLGFihlU

Although the bands were mint, I think we were both a little distracted by the venue. Climbing up a step ladder to get to the extra seating is not my idea of a good time, but I did try my best. I got up there & pretty much stayed there for the entire nite. That was until Our Lass decided that the only way she was getting down was to jump.

Jump down like an 8ft drop.

In Gladiator sandals.

Proving yet again that white girls cant jump, they just hung off the edge for a bit before letting go.

Totally smashed herself in. Nice one, Wonder Woman.

Next time, try the stairs like the rest of us mortals.

Ps http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67ZkAd1wmI

27.11.09

A little story about us...

In the conversation of Life.

ASBO are the awkward silence.

25.11.09

ASBO a Gophers

So last weekend me and Our Lass got down to what we (allegedly) do best, by actually DJing- we slung on our glad rags, ponced into town and played a few classics at Bungalows and Bears on Division St. (in our normal slot-3rd Friday of every month- get ya sens down...).

We were also very excited to be invited to join the ReMixed in Sheffield team for a gig down at the Yellow Arches. http://www.mixedinsheffield.co.uk/ where we were lucky enough to play alongside the cream of Sheffield talent such as Double No No, Heebie Jeebies, Krooked DJs, and Squire of Gothos. Obviously if you book ASBO then you expect nothing less than a slew of inappropriately selected tunes, brought to you via an old mix CD on 1 CDJ(wherever we end up-expect issues with your decks..), idiots trying to tell you what you're playing 'no one wants to hear' - well if me an' Our Lass are dancing, then I think you're wrong!-and general air of disarray.

I think we spent the majority of the nite eating cold pancakes and I think my wig kept slipping off - we really are classy ladies...

I also learnt that I cant really go to parties without starring at everyone-

sometimes, outfits are too good to miss http://people-what-look-good.blogspot.com/

Remember ASBO a GoGo pack the perfect party punch- we bring the drinking/dancing/romancing book us fast before we go out of fashion...

PS. I am proper burning off this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=in-qOzOREz8

Our Lass Amy

We know this bird called Amy.

She makes art.

Its ruddy bloody brilliant.

24.11.09

Promo Teeth

RIP You

Much to our Mothers' dissapointment me and Our Lass like to cover ourseleves in tattoos of a Saturday afternoon- so much so that we have renamed it Tat-urday.

Over recent months I have opted for a new perspective when it comes to selecting designs, when flicking through tattoo-flash of kissing cows, mating ladybirds and punk-rock mermaids, rather than ''Why?'', I think ''Why not...?'' That's pretty much why I have ended up with various scribbles all over my skin.
Our latest efforts clearly take the cake on the worst/best tattoo stakes.

''Oh dear'' is the last thing you want to hear while getting inked-especially coupled with ''what shall I do with that now?'' Anyway, have a butches at this vid. My face may look like a grimace, but I think it was just wind. I'm not a wimp or owt ya'know...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu5H_w7obkU

Our tattoo jobs were a bit like a baptism of fire- if by ''baptism'' you mean drawing a ridiculous stencil and ''fire'' you mean hammering some ink into each others skin...
But seriously if you check the videos, we didn't do such a bad job. I don't think London Ink will be giving us a call anytime soon, but you never know- next Donny Tatt. Convention we mite just have a stall...mite not as well.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtR77L8EE54

Thanks to the delightful Quoz for giving us the prep talks and letting us use his equipment. I dunno how he does it, I could only stand the vibration of the gun for about 15 mins before my mind was too warped to carry on. In true ASBO mash-up style Our Lass was full of snot- sadly the camera missed the moment when her nose emptied out over the tattoo bench- forget blood brothers, we're all over Snot Sisters.

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Get your badges out

Yeh so if you dint know already, Our Lass makes badges.

They say ASBO a GoGo on 'em. People want 'em.

They're fitt.

Get your mitts on one and make it onto this blog and/or the badge loverzzz photo album.

Basically you aint shit if you aint on it....

21.11.09

Follow this

http://garryfairclough.blogspot.com/

15.11.09

A treat for your tweets

http://twitter.com/asboagogo

We promise to update you on all the important info ie. how many days left till we see Kiss in the flesh...

14.11.09

Cruising for a bruising

Its not often a blog goes out before the event. But this is no ordinary event...

Its gonna take me 7 days to prep for it, so I mite as well blast out a blog in the process of building myself up into a tizzy. If you're a regular reader you will be aware that me and Our Lass are big fans of the buddy tattoo. We cant get enough of 'em- not matter how much they make your eyes water, your mum cry and your heels swell up...

As we're not ones to shy away from a challenge, were gonna take it to the next level and do 'em ourselves. Prepare to mop up Our Lass' tears next time you see her- I am her new tattoo 'artist'.

I am using the word 'artist' in its looses of terms- as in someone else is gunna draw it, someone else is gunna transfer it, and someone else is gonna talk me through the entire thing. But at the end of it Our Lass is gunna have the worst/best buddy tatt ever...

Obviously I am gonna have one to match- if by match you mean tattooed on by someone who has touched a tattoo gun before and has a degree in Fine Art.

No pressure then yeah?

Just call me Kat Von D-but not to my face cus Ill smash you in...