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Squash: Played a game with E last night. I thought I was gonna die but didn’t. What was funny was in the third set E realised that no one had stuffed up a serve. We thought that was pretty sweet. Late in the fourth set I mucked one and we cracked up. So Ian then fucked the very next. The 5th set was all killer, no filler.

Club 40:
after the game we were driving down Vivian and we spied what appears to be a new gentlemen’s retreat called Club 40 and this conversation occurred:

JJ “Where’s the other 29?” I cried.

E You mean 39

J 29

E 39

J 29

E 39

J Dude 40 plus 29 = 69

E Oh, I thought you meant where were the other 39 clubs.

Its funny how minds think differently innit?

Chucky




Plays bass cos 6 strings are 2 two many....

Whoops!



What she said

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Infrared: There be rock



Infrared: a band of the electromagnetic spectrum between the visible and the microwave,

or

Infrared: A three piece Wellington band that understands what let there be rock actually means.

So we turn up to Subnine to hear Steve, Carl and Ben bash out some monster rock. No Emos in sight. Plenty of black tshirts and nail polish though.

Infrared are rockers from Nam. The drummer looks like Jono from the C4/The Rock, except he actually knows a thing about music as he proves when he knocked out the shit out of the skins.

Kicking off with some nameless saintless rocker the gig was powered with full on stonkin rock. No soppy Snow Patrol bullshit here. Just punked up buzzcocked bass and a wall of sound that made my beer bottle vibrate as if it was about to commit hurri cari..

Full on pace, amps up to at least 11 made for a wicked set.