THE BLOODLESS EP TOUR: Part Three

Tuesday: Day three. Super fun. Super messy. We woke up in our manager Arthur's Dr Who infested flat feeling sprightly, especially after Nurse Jones dolled out our meds in her turbi-towel:::


Much like an infestation of Silverfish, Arthur's place is crawling with Dr Who memorabilia:::

If you go within 50cm of the glass cabinet, an alarm goes off and Arthur throws miniature daleks at your head. Ellie found a poseable model of Tom Baker in her bra once.

Smit is so malnourished from being on tour that his legs have shrunk. This just happened:::



We thought it best that we feed him so we skipped off into Mosely to have a delicious Irish breakfast:::


After we ate we had an emergency so we rushed to the rug doctor for immediate treatment:::


The rug doctor prescribed us some 'erbs and spices so we popped to the Chemists where a tiny lady served us. She served us this:::



Our voices are pretty much destroyed from the banshee like screaming so we had to visit the voice wizard who gave us this:::


It tastes really good:::



When we got to Middlesbrough, we were greeted by a disco floor, Rosie's always wanted to have sex on one of these so she prepared herself:::

After soundcheck we fancied a nibble but Middlesbrough eateries seem to open between 9 and 9.05am. Eventully we found this marvellous specimen and enjoyed some tremendous chips:::


The gig was an interesting time, we found out shots were a pound:::


So we got fucked up:::







Ryan did this:::

Then had "wrong sex" with Ellie:::


Jerusalem..the bells are RING-A-DING-DINGING:::

'MORNING HAIR: IN PICTURES' part three:::



SHOWER HAIR: IN PICTURES:::

The screams of the bouncers are still ringing in our ears. Day 4 = Birmingham fun times. This night has ruined us.