The audial essence of pure black evil. I write for The Independent & play in Scritti Politti. Used to be moderately funny once.
No longer the case. Unfollow.
It details the favourite TV themes of each band member. Haha. We play at the Buffalo Bar in, er, one hour.
Our bass player has produced an official 8-page Dream Themes fanzine. What an idiot.
Someone needs to tell Pendulum a decent joke, sharpish.
Someone start me off. I'll be alright once I get going.
This is undoubtedly the most disappointing news I've had all day.
Rehearsing in the Buffalo Bar. It's not open. No-one here except the band. Just like at our gigs.
Sangat TV back to normal, I see.
I believe I may have found the answer to all this.
The looted shell of JD Sports... Oh, hang on.
Here we have the charred, gutted remains of Tooting Primark, as trailed so breathlessly on Twitter... Oh, hang on.
Those engaged in criminality will not keep me from my halloumi and puy lentil salad.
Found the bastard! What a bastard.
Nick Lowe too!
Men in a room. I'm older than them. I feel like their grumpy uncle. I'm not though.
Just seen my neighbour pulling his baby daughter backwards around Tooting on this. Made me laugh a bit too much.
A magnificent letter in the post from my friend Leighton. Now, THAT'S social media.
Scritti tour party 2006 reunited. Andy, me, Green, Alyssa, @dickymoo, Dave. Good times!
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