We are playing The Lonely Hearts Club at The Railway in Winchester tonight, in case you hadn't heard. My ole pal B will be stepping in for Jeres, who's rampaging around Prague right now, on bass duties. I am excite!
You see that Third Presidential Debate? I copped it last night. Purely on showmanship, was it me or did Obama thoroughly murk the creepy blinking ole cracker type? McBain looked sweaty, desperate, and downright nasty. Surely not a good look, right? I haven't checked any commentary. How do you stick up for a performance of that nature? Have I got Euro commie tunnel vision, or did it really go down like that?
Mayne, i was rolling in the isles at that Joe The (unlicenced) Plumber crap.
Speaking of comedy...