ASBO a GoGo: Sorry, are you bozz eyed?

Still bangin 'em out
Its been a while since the last blog, but me and Our Lass have had a few things on our plate of late (and I'm not talking about a Wetherspoons burger neither). But were back up, fighting fit ready to meet 2011 with fresh faces and sound minds.

I dunno about you but we had a smashing New Year (literally. A lampshade shattered above us minutes before midnight!) at the Riverside bar. It almost made up for the fact that I had ruined Christmas with a three-bottle-of-wine-deep hangover while Our Lass was holed up with a nasty case of the flu.

As for 2011, ASBO can't wait for it all to start kicking off. We have just finished writing our first (hopefully of many!) article for the dreamboats at Toast Magazine. They gave us the opportunity to meet Sheffield's newest socialites The Russians, and let us interrogate them for a couple of hours. We refrained from Water boarding, but we didn't buy them a pint and we did instigate a fight during the fotoshoot. But all in all- our verdict is, they're ruddy nice birds and we hope to share a pair of decks again with them soon.

Have a look at them on Facebook - join their party (don't forget the vodka).

Were sick with excitement to announce that we are a part of the new Latrino Girls 2011 calendar. Jacqui Bellamy is an absolute dream to work with, and it was a pleasure to be involved with the project. If you haven't heard of the Latrino Girls- get on it ASAP! If you like fit women, clean toilets and fit women in clean toilets, then this is the calendar you need to get your grubby little hands all over. They will be available soon to buy from The Old Sweet Shop in Sharrow. But, be careful- the content may hurt your eyes. You have been warned.

Were currently trying to fast forward this year all the way to July- in anticipation of ASBO hitting the dizzy heights of NYC. We will be taking the streets, sizing up the competition and busting out beats in as many venues (that will have us). We will have to make do with what we have got until then- luckily Sheffield has been blessed with a new bar to answer our whining. The Old Number 7 bar (previously The Lounge) on West St is a hole straight out of the five boroughs. They have hit the nail on the head, rather than creating an embarrassing misguided tribute act. It looks murky, its covered in Kiss posters and they have every kind of whiskey cocktail you could dream up. ~~Forget the Washington~~, hit us up there every weekend from now till July.

We also braved the journey to Doncaster this week. I dunno about you, but Donny just doesnt seem to get it? We have already regaled you with stories of the hand crafted tree/settee creations on offer at every corner. This time it was more of a- 'Ohhhhh so you're the ones from Sheffield...We've seen pictures of you.' It was an amazing treat to see Our Bradshaw and his fiance (she's one of them Ozzies. But she's not a nob- we got her to do Home and Away one liners, and she didn't even get the mardies on!). Oh, and sorry to the guy who had to come and open the door for me, I wasn't being a diva. I thought it was locked...sorry...

Foto c/o Paul 'The Butcher' Cantrell

We are currently creating our very own bridesmaid dresses. When a close friend confesses that although he is over joyed to be getting married and 'doesnt really want any fuss or attention'. Well, that's an open invitation to me and Our Lass. Wedding? Get everyones focus on...us? Well, if you insist. I think the bridal colours for 2011 are sailor. Aren't they?

Anyway, keep your peepers peeled for the next issue of Toast magazine (Its free! Copies available around the town centre)- session our interview skills. We were bad-ass. Look out for us next Friday (21st) at Bungalows and Bears- playing our usual slot. And hit us up at our new regular watering hole the Old Number 7- only if you're gonna get us a tequila in though.

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And remember: If you think you're going to steal her coat, don't come over and tell her how good it look first. You're just gonna end up with an arm in your throat. Ok?