The Arcade is on Fire

So me and Dermot are driving into town the other day and Arcade Fire came on the iBob and he remarked offhand how he would like to work for them (he is a tour manager). The next day someone phoned him up and offered him the job - spooky. That is the finger of fate poking you right in the eye I told him. So he has to go and meet the band and as they are doing a gig in Lyon the next weekend I get to go too. Free gigs is almost as good as free beer in my book of 'how good free stuff is' so I am chuffed to bits.

Then the fuckers only went and cancelled the whole tour, so now the dream is over. It is such a shame because I was really looking forward to embarrassing Dermot to death by trying to get Arcade Fire to sign my tits and stuff.

oh yeah and the clean living thing lasted about 20 minutes. As my finger went down on the submit button on my last post Derm was poking his head round the door with 'lets go into chamonix and get twatted to bits' written all over his face.

...and that is exactly what we did - went to the Chambre Neuf, The Elevation, The MBC then up the hill to The Office bar and then to ride the mechanical bull in the Fubar. After all that it was definately time to get the whole bar back to ours and get stuck into the old 'Dead Mans Whiskey'.

By some strange mishap Johny slept through his alarm clock, being phoned up by the transfer company and them knocking at the door and missed his flight back to the UK - here he is booking an expensive replacement one: