Im just happy to get out of my jogging bottoms

Friday nights alright for flouncing around like an idiot.

So me and The Lass will be reverting back to the norm this weekend.  I know you guys have been missing us keeping the Washington in business out and about.  But worry not, as we will be sessioning the black ice town like its 1999 (we were in college, we wore Criminal Damage in a non ironic way, we drank WKD in non ironic way).  Expect stilettos in the snow (my Mum would be so proud, I mean, annoyed),  mulled wine a-hoy and my mardy face as I am forced to hangout in the beer garden while Our Lass sucks on a lipstick stained fag. 
Just smoke faster and stop offering me that damn scarf!!!

We are super excited to play the Gay Icons end of project party (try saying that after a few lemonades), this Saturday at the Showroom.  Get in early to catch the screening of 'Gay Sex in the 70s' and wash it all down with a healthy does of ASBO classics.  We will be playing all the faves (my Soft Rock Anthems triple CD has just arrived...) from the past present and future.  Our Lass hasn't been outdoors in 3 weeks, so expect more than the usual amount of drinking, dancing and romancing.  We can't wait to get down and session this shin-dig so come and join in!

If all that wasn't enough.  The fit-fest that is the Gallows are making an appearance at Corporation on Sunday nite.  We.cannot.wait.  If Tramlines was anything to go by...hold onto your security guards!

Come down, get the bevs in, and at all costs keep me out of the beer garden.  Its bloody freezin.