i can’t feel my cock …

Champagne Bikini girls in Letraset Tattoos on non-stop video. Which is pretty much what last night was all about, part celebration of the China gig, part filming of Mercy45 by Emile in his swank über-minimal apartment, part TV-party with beer and chips and the fine array of Suisse confectionary which can turn a washboard stomach into beached whale in under three hours.

Maybe there are photos but I didn’t take any, so it’s up to Emile to further sully the reputation of the internet on his blog. Besides getting a bit trashed, the highlight was laughing ourselves into seizures watching, in no particular order, Little Britain, Jam, and Emile live on The Price is Right, scaring the crap out of the asshole presenter, who really had no idea what to do when confronted with real talent, and just sweated in his pissy no-iron polyester suit.

So today in rehearsal was mostly, “ee ee eee!!!”, “I want that one!”, “I’m a Lady!”, and my all-time favourite, which has to be the best 10 seconds of telly in the history of everything, “waaaah!… I can’t feel my cock!”