Since my last blog we did a photoshoot in the snow, without many clothes on, for Vibrations Magazine. It was a couple of days before valentine’s day and it was proper sexy and massively painful:
Here’s a poem that’s also sexy and painful, called S and M Valentine:
Violence is red
I hit purple patches
Combining the two.
And violence is red.
I master them both
Nailing you to the bed.
Anyone whose been to our gigs will’ve been caught up in the maniacal frenzy of true dance. But a little while back we played a gig for the Northern School of Dance and although they were technically alright but there were a couple of things they didn’t understand too well. For instance, one girl was wearing a leopard print skirt, except instead of spots it had leopard’s paw prints, as though leopards are actually born spotless and hand paint each other. But they don’t have paint so what are they using? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Dirty. Anyway, these so called dancers never let themselves be possessed by the espiritu di dance, so I’ve made a little video of us lot dancing to help them out. It’s pretty emotional, you might cry. Shhh, shhh, it’s ok. It’s ok.