Day 19 - Scarborough Beached Festival

We had to wake up early so that we could take a trip to Doncaster and buy a new synth. We ran into the shop, checked that the sounds were all alright, handed over £600 cash and went on our way to Scarborough. The people in the shop didn't seem to know what had happened...

We managed to take ourselves on the longest possible route to Scarborough and get stuck in the biggest traffic jam in the world. We arrived at the beach to find that the tide had come in so that there was very very little space between the stage and the sea... We were playing straight after the tide-break, which we discovered was not a band, but was litteraly a break so that the tide could go out. Unfortunately, this seemed to take longer than expected and we played to a crowd of people with very wet feet.

Other than fucking the first song up slightly due to sound issues, we played a good a set. We had a big group of trusty Flambo fans who jumped erratically up and down and crowd surfed though-out the set. There seemed to be a few other people dotted around who were singing along, including a rowdy mob made up of my family.

After the show we had a couple of interviews with BBC Yorkshire and British Forces Radio, we then went to chat with the group of very hyper fans, we singed some wellies, mobile phones and belts and had a bit of a chat.

We had planned to then go back to our posh hotel which we had booked to celebrate the end of a successful tour. Unfortunately a broken-down van meant that we were stuck at the festival until about 9.30, given the fact that the restaurant and the pool shut at 9.30 we were very happy.

Our parents ended up treating us to a very nice and very boozy dinner, which involved lots and lots of wine. We then took ourselves back down to the beach until 4 in the morning and reminisced about what an amazing 3 and a half weeks we'd had...

Next stop, reality. Fuck!

Flambo super-fan of the day: The rowdy and excited group of people who demanded that we came and spoke to them - always nice to go to a festival and have your own fans their even when one of them calls you ginger. (For the record, I am not ginger.)

Day 18 - Cleethorpes Submarine

Our Tour manage walked into the venue and came out in fits of hysterics, 'Its a bloody pole dancing club'. He wasn't wrong, there was one pole in the middle of the room and another on the stage. There was also various pictures of very naked ladies scattered around the venue.

The day started off as a bit of a disaster, after waiting for a man to arrive with a PA system for 2 hours, we were told that it wasn't going to come at all. This meant that the support band had to bring one from home which they rehersed with, which wasn't likely to supply very good sound quality. To add to this, a power-surge had resulted in my synth breaking, which basically meant we were fucked. The guitarist from the support band saved the evening by bringing a keyboard from home. We amused ourselves in the van by trying to pick out the sound we would use for the set. Disaster number 3 was the fact I forgot it was my mums 50th birthday. I was extremely embarrassed.

Despite all the bad stuff, the gig was FUCKING INSANE. Cleethorpes completely blew us away. The venue was completely rammed, and the crowd was Newcastle/Liverpool/Manchester worthy. I can safely say it was by far the sweatiest gig we have ever played for us and the crowd, I think people were crowd surfing just to get a bit of air. Despite the sound issues, people seemed to be able to hear us well enough to sing a long. After we'd finished playing Absolutely Wankered, the crowd demanded an encore and we ended up playing Absolutely Wankered for a second time, to an even better response.

Cleethorpes, Cleethorpes, Cleethorpes, what a night! It was an amazing way to wrap up the 3 and a half weeks. We were playing Scarborough Beached Festival the next day, but this was our last headlining gig of the tour... and what a fucking gig it was. Mentalllll!!

Flambo Super fan of the day: The group of people who came and found us at the end, who we had a very very sweaty photograph with.

Day 17 - Skegness Square Peg [Results Day]

Me and Flo met outside the Travelodge to have a fag at about 9.30 in the morning. Neither of us could sleep because we were so bloody nervous about results. We all found out about 11 o'clock, and I think overall, all 3 of us were pretty chuffed with what we got. We toasted ourselves with glasses of tap-water in Little Chef and then headed up to Skegness. Being results day, I was desperate to celebrate and was craving being pissed off my tits, unfortunately this was not the case, I spent the afternoon in a van, sober, listening to Vernon Kay, surrounded by sleeping people, getting texts from my mates back at home saying 'id'm piSdsed" (drunk talk for 'I'm pissed'). Fuck my life.

My depression was short lived, as soon as we met up with Fresh Legs everybody else woke up, we cracked open the beer and began the celebration. We had 100 pre-sold tickets so we knew it would be a laugh.

Other than having dodgy sound for Fresh Leg's set, the night went well and people seemed to enjoy themselves. Although I did spend the whole of our set thinking, 'why aren't I paraletic yet?'
I dedicated 'Absolutely Wankered' to us for passing our A levels and then sweet-talked my mum into buying me lots of alcohol, and getting me very very drunk. This didn't take much persuasion and within about 15 minutes i was pissed off my tits and clutching a bottle of champagne.

Flambo super-fan of the day: I can't remember whether there was 3 of 4 of them. (I think it was 1 guy (with a bit of blonde on one side of his head) and 2 blonde girls) - They were standing at Flo's side of the stage and were very obviously having a good time and singing along etc. I approved of these people a lot.

Day 17 - Skegness Square Peg [Results Day]

Me and Flo met outside the Travelodge to have a fag at about 9.30 in the morning. Neither of us could sleep because we were so bloody nervous about results. We all found out about 11 o'clock, and I think overall, all 3 of us were pretty chuffed with what we got. We toasted ourselves with glasses of tap-water in Little Chef and then headed up to Skegness. Being results day, I was desperate to celebrate and was craving being pissed off my tits, unfortunately this was not the case, I spent the afternoon in a van, sober, listening to Vernon Kay, surrounded by sleeping people, getting texts from my mates back at home saying 'id'm piSdsed" (drunk talk for 'I'm pissed'). Fuck my life.

My depression was short lived, as soon as we met up with Fresh Legs everybody else woke up, we cracked open the beer and began the celebration. We had 100 pre-sold tickets so we knew it would be a laugh.

Other than having dodgy sound for Fresh Leg's set, the night went well and people seemed to enjoy themselves. Although I did spend the whole of our set thinking, 'why aren't I paraletic yet?'
I dedicated 'Absolutely Wankered' to us for passing our A levels and then sweet-talked my mum into buying me lots of alcohol, and getting me very very drunk. This didn't take much persuasion and within about 15 minutes i was pissed off my tits and clutching a bottle of champagne.

Flambo super-fan of the day: I can't remember whether there was 3 of 4 of them. (I think it was 1 guy (with a bit of blonde on one side of his head) and 2 blonde girls) - They were standing at Flo's side of the stage and were very obviously having a good time and singing along etc. I approved of these people a lot.

Day 17 - Skegness Square Peg [Results Day]

Me and Flo met outside the Travelodge to have a fag at about 9.30 in the morning. Neither of us could sleep because we were so bloody nervous about results. We all found out about 11 o'clock, and I think overall, all 3 of us were pretty chuffed with what we got. We toasted ourselves with glasses of tap-water in Little Chef and then headed up to Skegness. Being results day, I was desperate to celebrate and was craving being pissed off my tits, unfortunately this was not the case, I spent the afternoon in a van, sober, listening to Vernon Kay, surrounded by sleeping people, getting texts from my mates back at home saying 'id'm piSdsed" (drunk talk for 'I'm pissed'). Fuck my life.

My depression was short lived, as soon as we met up with Fresh Legs everybody else woke up, we cracked open the beer and began the celebration. We had 100 pre-sold tickets so we knew it would be a laugh.

Other than having dodgy sound for Fresh Leg's set, the night went well and people seemed to enjoy themselves. Although I did spend the whole of our set thinking, 'why aren't I paraletic yet?'
I dedicated 'Absolutely Wankered' to us for passing our A levels and then sweet-talked my mum into buying me lots of alcohol, and getting me very very drunk. This didn't take much persuasion and within about 15 minutes i was pissed off my tits and clutching a bottle of champagne.

Flambo super-fan of the day: I can't remember whether there was 3 of 4 of them. (I think it was 1 guy (with a bit of blonde on one side of his head) and 2 blonde girls) - They were standing at Flo's side of the stage and were very obviously having a good time and singing along etc. I approved of these people a lot.

Day 16 - York Fibbers

We were set for a good gig, Flo was pretty chummy with the sneaky peaks who were supporting us. They convinced us they could get good crowd in and they stuck to their word and we double the amount of people we got in October...

We were all completely knackered from the night before, Doreen and Flo had to nap before the gig. Despite this, we got a kick of adrenaline before we played and really enjoyed ourselves. There was a group of girls who danced throughout the set, who kept us going through our dirty hangovers.

After we'd played we decided to head straight back to the hotel, chill out and get some sleep before the next day. Me, Flo and Doreen were all expecting A Level results, and I, personally, was shitting myself.

Flambo Super-fan of the day: The group of girls who chatted to me outside and then snuck back in to buy merch - I believe they were the same people who were having a massive boogie.

Day 15 – Manchester Academy 3

We were joined by Fresh Legs again, which could have been our downfall for the evening. All in all it was a good night, but then again we expected no less from Manchester. There were about 200 people there, all of which were massively up for it. Several people had made their own Flambo T-shirts, others had covered there skin with our lyrics.

Unfortunately, whether it was due to being tired from such a long tour, or our excitement about seeing Fresh Legs again, we didn’t play the best we could. Sorry Manchester. I don’t know if people noticed really, everybody was dancing and screaming a lot. We were given a stern talking to by our tour manager, who said not to get wrapped-up in the excitement of a good crowd. Damn you Manchester for being a good crowd.

Despite our slightly scrappy playing, people told us they had really enjoyed it and were queuing up for signatures and merch. People were so keen to get t-shirts that we ended up getting 5 stolen. I admit this is a bit below the belt, BUT at least people wanted the t-shirts.

After the gig we ventured out for our 5th night out on the trot. We dominated the dance floor with our sexy sexy dance moves and I had an amazing evening. There was lots of alcohol involved though, and apparently alcohol makes people emotional. I was oblivious to it all and spent the end of my evening sharing lots of food with Ella from Fresh Legs (3 packs of mini-cheddars, a twister lolly, a pack of skittles, some jaffa cakes and some minstrels?). Rock and roll eh…

I then realised I’d left my bags outside the venue, when I went retrieve them my iPod was gone. IPod number 4 here I come…

Flambo super-fan of the day: The two groups of girls who made the tshirts, and the people who sat outside the venue in the rain from 2 in the afternoon.

Day 14 – Stoke Sugarmill

We began the day with awful hangovers, after randomly bumping into Partyshank and Glamour for Better, who were staying in the same hotel. We had stayed up drinking in the bar until 5, which wasn’t the greatest decision we’ve ever made.

We were really chuffed to be back in Stoke, we loved it last time we played. We arrived to find out that we were being supported by Daisy Riots, which excited us a lot. We’d met them at a gig we played with them in Hitchin, and got on really well.

It was a really good turnout, over a hundred people through the door. There was a reviewer who turned up, but didn’t seem too impressed, especially by ‘Absolutely Wankered’. We aren’t expecting 5 stars from her. Ah well, everybody else was more than happy to help us glorify binge drinking.

After the gig we took the Daisy Riots back to our hotel and had some heated discussions about Alanis Morrisette and Natalie Imbruglia. By the way, if any one cold tell us who sings the song ‘Bitch’ (I'm a bitch, I'm a lover….etc.) we would be very appreciative.

Flambo super-fan of the day: The guy who let us ruin his nice t-shirt with our signatures (and his mates) – Spent the evening clutching his Frisbee, had a chat with us after. Held a good conversation.

Day 13 – Leeds Cockpit 3

Considering there wasn’t a lot of promotion, and the venue only found out we had booked been booked to play the day before, it was a really good night. There were about 50 people there, and there was a really good atmosphere about the gig.

It was quite a nice change of pace from the night before, with most people in the room dancing about as if it was a bit of a disco. We got slightly pissed off when we went to get a beer after we’d played and somebody had drank it and replaced it with water.

A few of us then went out into Leeds for a bit of a piss-up. We ended up in our 3rd or 4th gay club of the tour. We got quite excited when we saw Michaela from Hollyoaks, who looks a LOT better in the flesh, and also took a bit of a liking to Doreen.

Flambo super-fan of the day: The guy (who looked like josh) and girl near the front – had a proper dance to the whole set and chatted to us afterwards. Also the girl who forced her boyfriend to dance, this amused me a lot.

Day 12 – Newcastle Academy 2 [SOLD OUT]

There is no way to describe this gig, it was literally THE best experience of our lives, ever. We’d been there for a couple of hours and were anticipating a maximum of about 80 pre-sold tickets. It turned out that we had sold 234… this was fucking exciting enough, and then at about 7 we found out that we’d sold the place out. 380 fucking tickets sold, and a massive queue of people trying to get in. WE LOVE NEWCASTLE.

We had support from a band called Ramsays who had a massive following of their own and played a quality set.

We went on stage at 9, literally shitting ourselves, I had pins and needles in both hands and found it fucking impossible to play the keyboard with any kind of accuracy. The crowd were MENTAL, beyond belief. People were jumping so much that the stage and the whole room was bouncing up and down. Everyone in the room knew the words to most of the songs, and if they didn’t they pretended they did and mouthed something back at us, even in the brand new tracks.

There were crowd-surfers from every angle, even in the slow songs. The stage also seemed to be full of random shoes by the end of the night, although I don’t remember any being thrown…

We went off stage after we’d played ‘touch’ to a whole room of sweaty Gordie’s chanting ‘Absolutely Wankered, Absolutely Wankered’… We opened the encore with ‘Get a Reaction’, which saw Flo getting dragged off the stage into the crowd. She was rescued by security and then we banged through Break Away and then finished with Absolutely Wankered, with Ramsay joining us on stage for a dance… Best crowd response ever, Best gig ever, Best night ever.

After the gig we stayed around and chatted to people, had a few photos, singed a few things and then went back to the venue with Ramsay for a club night that was on.

It’s going to be fucking hard to top this gig. Newcastle, we fucking love you!!

Flambo super-fan of the day: The girls at the front of the crowd (one of them got fucked over by a crowd surfer) – Knew all the words, danced a lot and took pain for our music – true fans.

Day 10 – Swindon 12 Bar

The tom-tom took us to the postcode we’d been given and we arrived in a groggy council estate, we pulled up outside a tatty garage door and were relieved to find out that it wasn’t where we were going to be playing. After driving to the right address, we were very pleasantly surprised by the venue.

It was our lowest turnout yet, with about 30 people through the door. There was a gap of a few metres between the crowd and us – every body seemed a bit nervous to be the first to come closer.

We spent a while after the gig chatting to a few of the fans and signing some stuff. We discovered that Swindon was home to a few look-a-likes, a bloke who looked like the guy from Super Bad and Juno, and a girl who looked like our mate Laura...

It was quite nice to have a quiet gig after Liverpool and Newquay being so manic, plus although there was not too many people there in Swindon, we actually sold more singles than we did at the single-launch in Liverpool.

Flambo Super-fan of the day: The girls who said they liked my dancing – a compliment always goes a long way, plus they knew all the words and danced a lot them selves. ‘I am a Wombat’ boy also got super fan status.

Day 9 – Newquay Ripcurl Boardmasters

We had to be on site by 9am, which according to our tour manager, meant leaving our hotel at 7.30… baring in mind we were only staying 12 miles away. Unsuprisingly were arrived at Fistral Beach much before 9. Ugh.

We weren’t due on stage until 9.30 and weren’t going to sound-check so we had a very long time to kill. We went to have breakfast and then had an amusing stroll along the beach…

As we were main support for British sea power, we were told to expect a larger crowd than we were used to, and sure enough, the 800 capacity marquee was pretty rammed… Considering the crowd (being BSP fans) weren’t necessarily going to either be aware of our music, or enjoy it, we got an amazing reception and had a really good time. We were much more nervous than we would usually get, the size of the crowd and the scale of the event, with XFM and radio 1 covering it, was much bigger than we are used to.

After the show, and after being awake for almost 20 hours, we decided to corrupt British Sea Powers dressing-room by passing various objects through a small hole from our room into theirs - including fruit, a potted plant, a tampon, some anti-septic cream, a spoonful of sugar and a length of bamboo. We received many of the objects back, as well as some marmite, a ryvita and an open bottle of water, the venue wasn’t best pleased with the mess, but what quite relieved that it wasn’t being used as glory hole as it had been the night before.

Flambo super-fan of the day: The group of lads at the front – apparently some people in Newquay had heard of us, they danced and sang loudly to ‘Absolutely Wankered’

Day 8 – Liverpool Academy 2 (Our second home)

The best gig of our lives.
We decided to make the night a bit special as it was our single launch party and purely because we absolutely love playing in Liverpool. We thought it would be a laugh to throw in some gimmicks to improve the evening entertainment, We supplied cakes and sweets on the merch stand to get everybody well and truly hyped up and sugar, and opened the set by playing the ‘Touch’ remix for the first time.

The night absolutely secured our love for the scousers, everybody went fucking mental to every song. Unfortunately a few people had to be removed after getting trampled in the mosh-pit – we stand by the fact the Flo saying ‘are you ready to go more fucking mental Liverpool?’ had nothing to do with these injuries. Ahem.

We did our first encore of the tour and brought out our trusted elephant and crocodile on stage with us (for those who don’t know what this is, check out the ‘Touch’ music video).

We spent about an hour after the gig chatting to fans outside the venue and getting love-bites from certain blokes with shaved heads…

A few of us the bowled into the city centre to celebrate Rosie’s (Flo’s sister) 20th Birthday with some of the fans…

Overall it was an absolutely perfect evening, Livepool we love you!

Flambo super-fan of the day: There are much too many to list, we decided to give it to the whole of the crowd, the 3 girls who payed twice and street teamed (and come to loads of gigs), Josh and Mikey, and our 2 favourite love-biting Liverpudlians and the girls who pretended to be 20…

Day 7 - Kendal Calling

We arrived on Friday night after a 7 hour drive and decided it would be a good idea to go and check out the festival. Worst idea ever. It may have been possibly worth it, just to see our tour manager soaking wet from gallons and gallons of rain, with mud up to his knees, shouting ‘bastard’ loudly and swearing pain on us all for making his walk down. This would have been much more satisfying if the rest of us hadn’t been in the same situation. Apparently wellies would have been sensible, white trainers were NOT a good idea.
We got onto site the next day and carried our equipment through the swamp that they call Kendal Calling, an interesting experience. There was lots of swearing and slipping and more muddy clothing.
Our food for the day, supplied by the festival (between 7 people) consisted of:
- 6 pieces of bread
- 3 pieces of ham
- 2 pieces of cheese
- 4 bags of crisps
- Left-over bag of dolly mixture
Not surprisingly, we weren’t stuffed…

We ended up playing to a packed out tent, and despite Doreen throwing his drumstick during a song, the set went as well as we could have hoped. I think we may have converted a few unexpected festival-goers to the joys of Flambo – either that or they just came to the tent to escape the mud.
After the set we escaped the swamp and went for a slap-up dinner at a posh Italian.

Flambo super-fan of the day: The muddy girls – I’m forgiving the fact that they hugged me and ruined even more of my clothing because they danced a lot and knew all the words.

Day 6 – Cardiff Barfly

Despite a very wet and rainy Cardiff, it turned out to be another bloody good gig. We had a lot more people there than last time we played in Wales. There was even a small group of loud and lively Canadians who came down to see the show and seemed to have a good night, judging by loud ‘woops’ and ‘hell yeah’s’.

We met a self confessed stalker after we’d played (a very nice welsh bloke), who promised he wouldn’t ask to sleep at any of our houses or compliment Doreen on his bare chest. We approved of this, and told him that as long as he didn’t cross these barriers we love to be stalked.

The welsh also proved to be more than willing to buy merchandise, you made us lots of money Cardiff, thank you. We signed lots and had lots of photographs taken.

(Er a iawn gwlych a 'n lawog Caerdydd , ddiffoddai at bod arall 'n waedlyd da gig. Caem choelbren hychwaneg boblogi 'na na bara amsera bynciasom i mewn Cymru. 'na was hyd yn oed feinedd dwr chan 'n fan a 'n fywiog Canadians a came i lawr at canfod 'r arddangos a ymddangosedig at ca da nos , yn barnu at 'n fan ‘woops’ a ‘hell yeah’s’. Chyfarfuom a hun 'n addefedig stalker ar ôl we’d bynciedig a iawn 'n glws Cymraeg bloke ), a addawedig e wouldn’t archa at chwsg am unrhyw chan 'n dai ai canmoliaeth Doreen acha eiddo ddinoetha brest. Arddelasom chan hon , a ddeudedig 'i a 'n gyhyd fel e didn’t chroesa hyn atalfeydd carwn at bod stalked. 'r Cymraeg hefyd brofedig at bod yn anad bodlon o brynu farsiandïaeth , gwnaech ni choelbrennau chan arian Caerdydd , ddiolch 'ch. Arwyddasom choelbrennau a had choelbrennau chan gwawl-luniau cymeredig.)

Tour Blog in Welsh

Flambo super-fan of the day: The boy that was there by himself and knew all the words – Flo was told his name but forgot it.

Day 5 – Leicester Charlotte

Well we had a laugh, despite the fact we were all ridiculously hung-over, and the fact that the sound in the venue broke (thus causing us to play without a sound-check). There were about 70 people through the door, which is perfectly respectable. After I terrorised people with a water pistol I found, we ended up playing an enjoyable set. Again, we managed to get the crowd dancing, it was slightly more of a struggle than it has been in the past, but they danced nevertheless, and everyone seemed happy to be forced into doing so. The venue compensated for the earlier sound issues by giving us a free crate of beer, Irritatingly it was the day we were too hung-over to drink. Sods bloody law.

We had a few photos taken, signed a few things, had a few conversations, Mitch met his ‘future wife’ (according to her, not him), and then we went to get food. We call this moment in the tour ‘Pizza-gate’. Basically Flo and Rosie (Flo’s sister) bought a pizza that turned out to be evidently quite horrific. We made a scene, he offered us a cheese and tomato pizza, we declined, left, and bought a cheese and ham roll. That is the story of pizza-gate.

Flambo super-fan of the day: Good old faithful Matt – been to thousands of gigs, travels thousands of miles. Matt, you are a true super-fan.

Day 4 – Exeter Hub

What a night. What a fucking night… Started off pretty tame, fresh legs played to the quietest and stillest crowd that ever existed, ever. We decided to play earlier than we had been allocated and went on stage at 10 rather than 10.45…Best idea we’ve ever had. There was about 50 people there, and again we got most of them dancing. Apparently we do have that effect on people. Most of the crowd didn’t know the songs too well, but were more than willing to have a bit of a mosh to the last track. After we played we all got rather fucked, we danced around to the last band a lot and made them do several encores, the influence of alcohol made the Maccabees and We are scientists covers sound exactly the same as the original. Then the carnage began. Flambo, Fresh Legs and half of Bromley (the last band) all travelled 18 miles (whilst dancing and drinking very illegally in the tour van) to the Travelodge, oh dear god. There was lots of alchohol, lots of noise, showering, spitting, grazed knees, urinating, dry humping and very painful wedgies… A superb evening was had by all; except old Brenda on the front desk. I like to think we gave her a night to remember.

Flambo super-fan of the day: The guy from the first support band – he insisted that we all signed his brand new pair of shoes (I took full advantage of this!)

Southend, Southsea, Southampton

Flambo Tour Bloggery
By James

(Temporary Blog until Flo writes Exclusive one....Sorry folks!)

Day One: Southend Chin Chin Chinnerys [22/7/08]
Well we expected very little, after walking around Southend and seeing nothing but semi-naked chavs… we didn't think the city would be too excited about our serving of pop music.

It turned out to be a fucking quality gig, along with a game of crazy golf and the biggest portion of fish and chips ever, we had a very enjoyable evening (even despite an infestation of flying ants).

About 75 people showed up, and everybody seemed to be up for a dance. We had support from Blonde Logic who brought a small army of fans.

An impressive start to the tour, and we'll definitely get back down to Southend again, even if its just for the fish and chips :D


Posing in our lovely tour van



Rosie (Flo's sister/Merch girl/Art geek)

Flambo Super-fan of the day: ET girl – Not too sure of her name but she bought 2 t-shirts and knew the words to all the songs (except the middle bit of Touch, ahem.)

Next stop, Southsea!!



Day 2: Southsea Fat Fox [24/7/08]
Our friends Fresh Legs greeted us with flowers and a warm half-drunk bottle of babysham, which our tour manager spilt all over our T-shirts… If you purchase any merchandise from us that smells of stale wine, its special edition and it makes you cool.

The gig was close to being called off when the owners of the venue demanded 18+ id from all band members, Mitch ran away and managed to cover up the fact he was 16. Flambo 1, Fat Fox woman nil. Hazaar!

The turnout wasn't as bad as we expected for an 18+ venue, with just over 50 people showing up. Most of them were Fresh Legs fans but seemed happy enough to dance around to us. Even the bar man came and had a mosh to Absolutely Wankered and then bought me a free lager-booze. Always a plus to any evening.
We also negotiated a spot at Southsea festival with Southsea festival woman, so we may be back again in September.

FRESH LEGS and friend :D

After the gig finished we trecked up to Bournemouth to stay at Doreen and Mitch's auntie and uncle's house. Best experience EVER. Baring in mind they have a heated pool. By 4.30 in the morning, with several beers and a couple of bottles of giggle juice (50p fizzy wine from France), we were all very naked. It was a special bonding moment for everyone involved.


When we were clothed...


...When we weren't


Flambo Super-fan of the day: Long-haired ponytail man, possibly called Lee? – Came to the gig with his mam, danced and filmed us a lot. Long-haired ponytail man we fucking love you!

By the pool...


Kev the tour manager









Day 3 – Southampton Joiners[26/7/08]
After spending a day and a half in the pool, a game of crazy golf and a trip on a boat around Poole harbour we were ready to set off for sunny Southampton.

We'd heard from several people that Joiners was a good venue, and it lived up the hype, the sound was pretty much perfect.
We dossed around with Fresh Legs for most of the day, bought some dirty pasta from Sainsbury's generally terrorised the roof terrace we'd been given for our band area.


Flambo and Fresh Legs


There was a bigger crowd than there had been for the other two gigs, just over 80 people were waiting for us to come on while Kev the tour manager dicked about with a dodgy drum. It seemed to be a good way of warming up the crowd, as soon as it was sorted he got a massive cheer, a nice way to make the small northern man feel appreciated.

Played a slightly longer set than usual and snuck in 'Breakaway' for the die-hard fans, we seemed to play alright and I think everyone had a laugh, well it seemed that way by the amount a crazy, sweaty, dancy people. Fucking quality gig. We love Southampton!

Flambo Super-fan of the day: The Harlow girls in the Sexy Beast t-shirts – danced consistently throughout the set… and travelled all the way from Harlow.

Now back to Hitchin for two days off, without a pool, without the Northern tour manager at our beck and call and without Fresh Legs, real life sucks....

Next stop Exeter (with Fresh Legs again, Get in!)