People,

Last night the Brendo Frendo and I headed out to see our new good friends Steadman at the Paradise. If you haven't already, go and buy their record. They are very good. They are also very British. I mean, there's an abundance of "cheers mate" and "me and the lads..." and "taking the piss out" and "having a giggle". It's very charming and, well, let's be honest, pretty damn funny.

The biggest challenge of the night was not mocking the British accents of our new friends. You do it once and it's funny, twice and it's half a giggle, but from then on in it's just very annoying. It seems that people don't like their heritage being the object of ridicule. Go figure. Anyway, Brendo and I decided that as a measure of respect we'd try to have one interaction with the lads that didn't include us slipping into an accent. And people, it was tough. We finally succeeded and eventually even got the drummer Russell to mock us in an American accent, thus taking the piss out of us and hopefully evening the score.

Wow, this entry was boring. Damn. Oh well, they can't all be winners, can they?